Pens of yesterday

Pens of yesterday bearing gourds of tremendous wisdom,
drawn out of impassable rivers with depths unknown,
overflowing their banks gracefully ravaging grounds,
transcendence of pure and intentional enlightenment.

Destined feathers dipped in ink by wise hands,
wise hands of wise heads, ancient grace,
sparking currents of words as a feather soaked lands,
on the blank brown sheets in the warm darkness.

Rough winds try to put out the candlelight,
a splatter of water drops to rain and ruin,
Unhindered scrolls not with changing course.
For the knowledge of old, worthy appreciation.

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