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Your dream is just a reality
hidden within your desires
a drowsy inspiration mused
paint and colours ready to kill
waiting to be imagined;
in a dark and beautiful part of your mind;
you're a genius existing in your reveries;
but mighty is it that pukes creativity
The pen
is a flirty messenger
that conveys the unspoken;
like an emmisary of the seven heavens
it's a boat that filters the thoughts
and makes the mind bleed of possiblities.
like a passage in the eyes of a camel.
it builds a bridge between unexplored waters
The pen;
is an artist;
a chauvinist with unpredictable prowess;
it paints without oil or colours;
remnants of images.
that remains permanently etched;
to the vastness of the Mind.
it's lushness on our darling paper.
is an artery that bleeds on the book.
till the thought goes blank
The Pen prowess
a might that flutters beauty
loose as a woman of virtue
it's defenceless against our wiles;
It plunders and annihilates
as much as it build and erect;
it's voiceless and blind;
but powerful like floating leaves,
controlled by the wind.
but powerless as nothing lying idly still
Written & edited
By @Josediccus
13/9/2018
"Steemian Mantra"
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JOSEPH C.IKECHUKWU
