The pen can give the leaf a face
She crunches on vellum undoing a body wise
Distributing here and there shining shores
pencil looks like ultimate but wise ...
It coats the declinations murmuring daring
It tintinnabulist seasonal expressing great thanks
singing his delicate arpeggio emotions
To set the note she strums after fingers ...
It can be confusing for the wild night
She rustled the canvas to hide his cries
Suggesting supplications in distant colors
Finishing in within the design of the happy hours ...
Without cons coming she would say yes
For readers who will understand his writings
It hemming his life memories applicant
To finally in her eyes she sees her smile ...
Marie
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