A little poem for the night.

This had been written at the beginning of this semester for a classmate I have in one of my classes. It all steamed from a conversation about the importance of reading and writing. I hope you enjoy it.


The pen that writes them
flows with essence.
Drip, drip, dripping
rain, ocular and vivid.
Leaves that seize the blades of Grass,
engrossing with the elixir.
I feel and touch; I see and hear
‘street spurns carping tongues.
Words that do occur are also in our funds.

Good night.


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