The Poet's Quill
The Poet's pen is stood there; still,
in a glass it stands, the Poet's quill,
yet un-used and left alone to stand,
needing someone to give it a hand,
explore, inspire, create and write,
indeed poetry is like flying a kite,
just wait, please, go with the breeze,
pick up the quill and write with ease,
then one day you'll get the knack,
then I tell you there's no going back.
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