She painted the paper with ink,
Without worrying about being it a masterpiece,
The mind was the power,
Words were the art and
nib threw in the colors.
Simple things to turn
“mundane” into “meaningful”
Thought, life’s full of blank pages.
What words you paint it with, is upto you.
“Story Of My Life”
Make it worth reading or
Let it just be a book,
Without the ART.
Wonderful piece…and informative. I’ve never read the word ‘nib’ until this poem. Thank you π You earned a follower.
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