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.

Words

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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