A craft runs from ink
Pointed on paper no blink
It spits more a note
Speaking millions than not
That's the big peñ.
On my right hand
It moves in line with the mind
Not to leave a thought behind
It's the power under it
That puts more out
The big big peñ.
I love the flow out
It doesn't do a cut
But mends more in the heart
I've got nothing blind
I'm full by pen in mind
That big peñ.
The Pen
Gideon Motanya
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 10/20/2020
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Poem topics: heart, power, blink, blind, thought, paper, love, I love you, mind, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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