Lost In Words


I write my words on a
blank white page,
a canvas for my thoughts.
My mind becomes the pen,
my words become the ink.
A masterpiece flows out,
words like a river, deep.
Thoughts for me to share,
some for me to keep.
I'm not sure where the
thoughts are from.
All I know is,
every time I see a piece
of blank white paper
and a lonely pen,
my soul cries out for release,
and I find myself
lost in words.

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