The Pen

The pen waits for my hand. It will lie there forever Till I write what can Never be written, Never be read. I put the pen down. It grows into a tree Branching to lefy pens Squirting green ink On black landscapes. I should have let my mind Write on pages of sky, On sheets of sun

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