Pen Warrior
She fell like a dew-drop on the fresh morning canvas..She took her pen
And was a warrior now...
And then she switched
into a warrior fairy,
tasked to sprinkle the effervescent fairy dust
Onto the words she carved...
And then she played Picasso
The colors she painted with those letters..
They motioned like a river..
Her text on the paper
Like a violin
played the symphony
Of a forgotten folklore
Her words - soothing
To the spirit of the conscience.
What a poet
She’s become
She could even change a heart...
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