Monday, November 2, 2020

Sword

Opened my eyes,
And find my quill
fledged with thoughts;
I took my sword,
And filled the battleground,
With the new ink!
And my quill flew in the air
As a warrior of thoughts,
And my pages bleed
With the breathless thoughts.
And my thoughts took
The inked sword to fly and fight.

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