it sweeps across the page
like a used and abandoned shell
finding it's way to some lost abyss
within the sand of some passionate current
a movement of unexplained thought
wandering in a world of mystery,
intrigue,looping around unseen corners
swiveling past sharp stops
free, uncontrolled
flowing with the wind
picked up by the breeze
swallowed by weightlessness
breath taking beauty laid across the page
the ink, the blood, giving the pen breath
seeping, gorging words of depth and
perception filter anew
my mind inspired by the mere idea I create
romantic sweetness dripping before me
and what a blessing
to watch such splendor.
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