With a delicate touch
Of love
Or with a child's mournful cry
The ink flows
With a will to live
Coaxing the mysteries
Out of the mind
To lay themselves out
And be studied
For imperfection
If found
They will be struck down
With a fury
And a flash
Of black lightning
Through the heart
They still long for freedom
Yet remain prisoners
In the minds of men and women
As their ink
Flows through our veins
Author notes
Written November 2nd, 2005
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This is beautiful
I would love to enclude this in the AP book list. If you are happy to correct the capital letters which pop up when not needed. Then let me know and I will put this in.
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I am impressed with the diction and depth of this write. I really like the topic you chose and the line breaks added a dramatic effect to this work. I am sorry I have not commented on your poems lately. I had a lot going on. That will soon be rectified!


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