And so says a scribbler…

Called my heart for poetryAnd soul for some rhymeMy tympanum craved to palpateWith a lyric as nonchalant as a wind chime.Peered I into the kirkyard of emotionsTo water the pips of wordsTo see the boughs of rhythm growingAnd rejoice under the canopy of my orchards.Caressing an unsullied sheet of paperI blotted a point of inkMarkingContinue reading “And so says a scribbler…”

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