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random rants ruminations ramblings
What is this pen I hold in my hands
Is it a mere instrument of metal
Or a fine thread that tethers my thoughts to paper
Gives them life ere they disappear
An incandescent ray that expresses my feelings
And illuminates the blank sheet of paper on which it writes
A reservoir of fluid ink and emotion
The fount from which emanate words with the power to move
Perhaps a wordsmith’s wand of wizardry
Which, with a flourish, can cast a spell on the reader
A catalyst that draws forth scintillating inspiration
From the deepest recesses to transcribe, nay craft, into the luminiscence of poetry
And profound insights from the very soul
To imprint them on a page forever
This pen, it is a manifestation of who I am at the moment