outwritten

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clarifying poem

 

"outwritten pen"

 

 

I am the kind that waits
the wait without reply.

Catch me each time I fall
for far off do I fly.

Allow me to go adrift
and embrace my return-

your pen, my oracle;
so that in your breath and

in your sighs, capture all
life's little miracles.

 

 

 

 




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