Sketches in my Sketchbook

Meaningless sketches in my sketchbook
It quickens time and relieve thoughts
paints pictures and tells stories

Every chance for take
I draw in this old book
Ridged edges, torn cover
Spirals unraveling and all
yet I love this book

It shapes my personality
As if to mold,
A new story untold

I can draw the world from outside
In fine details if I take my time
I'm very talented
every shape and hue made so right

Even the sky, and the flying kite
The sketches are unique,like no other
these are no ordinary sketches
they are,stories to be told
meanings will unfold
values of gold
treasures born from inside
oh my sketches of pride
In my mind they will always have purpose
In my mind they are WORTH it.

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Sketching for fun.