Posted in Poetry

A Pen


I like when a pen comes to an end.

It signifies work was done

pen was put to paper

maybe saved for later.

A dot and a cross

maybe colour

maybe draw

but it’s life is over

and all thats left is

shell and cover

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A creative nut with endless possibilities to offer the world. Just need to start with one possibility - my words.

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