Writing – A poem

Make way for the ashes that my pen will bring to life

For the ink are the tears of those who couldn’t dive.

Dive into the flames of the daring and the brave

For bleeding out such raw words require  so much crave.

Crave for the untouched, the unheard of and the pure.

For the minds ability to travel is limitless and sure.

So fill a pen up with your blood and bleed it out onto the world.

Only then will you know the magic that your words can behold.


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