My Pencil


My pencil skates across my paper,
Waltzing with the gray words etched into the open book
Like a swan floating on a calm lake.
They could dance into the night, but nothing lasts forever.
Soon the words float through the air
Entwined with one thousand voices all working as a symphony
My pencil wishes to join the words in the air
And frolic along the horizon.
The words leave the air
Only to be whisked away by unknown winds of adventure.

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