There is something
I want to write
– this has happened to me before –
That is:
It is the poet who wants to write it
While I, the pen,
Am yet in the dark
I only feel the heat of inspiration
The dark ink, flowing
The red blood, going
Somewhere
The wind, blowing…
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.

The pen has a mind of its’ own at times ^_^
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Every poet knows this 🙂
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Oh yes, it’s a battle one must endure if they are one. 😛
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🙂
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Beautiful.
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Thank you.
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Awesome! 😉
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Thank you! 🙂
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