Think in Ink
the pen is my window
my window to words
in my mind words fly freely
away like the birds.
and they sing to each other
a sweet lullaby
that makes the stars twinkle
in the night sky.
they are merry and wild
and mix with the sound
of the voices that say them
that linger around.
and the words crash upon me
like waves on the sand
though all jumbled and mixed up
i can understand
so i write down my stories
that want to be heard
if u listen, so quiet
u might find the words
for the voices that speak them
are not mine but your own
so take my words with you
and bring them all home.
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