The Birth of a Poem

I put my pen to paper,scribbling, doodling,trying some line art,then scratching them all.Now this is wherethe magic happens,when all of a sudden,my clouded emotionscascade down the nib,gracefully flowing,just as free as a bird,with limitless boundaries.It may take any route,be it peaks or valleys,so long it’s in motion.It may be paused momentarilyby traffic of thoughts,but thenContinue reading “The Birth of a Poem”

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