Pen and Paper

Fri, 02/24/2017 - 01:15 -- atobe96

Pen in hand.

Blank paper before me.

As my pen hits the paper, words begin to flow.

As if it were a river of language flowing from my mind to my hand; 

And onto the paper before me.

Words become sentences.

Sentences become paragraphs.

Paragraphs that becomes a story.

A story to be told.

In short: my story.

This poem is about: 
Me

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A story writer tries their hand at poetry. 

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