our blood flows with the stroke of a pen,
our hands shake,
our minds like a raging storm,
our thoughts go on an on,
ink to paper,
we continuously write,
our hearts are in words,
more valuable than silver, diamond an gold.
our poems emotions of pain, struggle an bliss,
A story filled with our deepest thoughts,
be careful now our words get the mind lost,
consumed by the the feelings of the pen,
The ink our blood, our soul,
our words seductive as that of a rose,
Beautiful with a few thorns but beautiful to the very end.
©nirmal
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