It's Quilling me!
It's Quilling Me!
side of a
sharp quill pen tip or
a fountain pen into
our index finger
and drain all of our pain
in the red ink of many words
that were once left unexpressed but
now are dispersed across bleached pulp
........................bleeding anguish from our souls
.................then all of the sorrow
....and suffering and loneliness
......and despair would become lessened
in a simple transplant of the pen
into a hand to uncap and release
all that is trapped inside a
reservoir for oh, so long
a release of thoughts
penned up in an ever
so be it!
"~~~~ ~~~~~~~ ~~~ ~~~~~~ ~~~~~~
~~~ ~~ ~~~~~~~ `` ~~~~ ~~~~~~~."
ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!! : )----------©-MFB III
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