I’m Make My Pen A Bow And Draw It Across the Blank Page Till It Sings

What of me? What do I have to give? I know what to do, what I do best. I'll make my pen a bow and draw it across the blank page till it sings. I'll coax shapeless thoughts and feelings into words, into my own kind of music. My knees bend, my body sways with … Continue reading I’m Make My Pen A Bow And Draw It Across the Blank Page Till It Sings

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