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The power of a pencil

A wooden stick with black end

Beautifully shaped to write poems

But also is sharp and fine to rend


The tingling sensation

Of imagination from brain to hand

Flowing beautifully like rivers

Smooth and furtively grand


Pressed onto the paper

The enchanting scratching sound

As the pencil glides and soars

And fascinatingly bounds


A great silent friend

Serves selflessly

But serving for too long

Cuts it down to death quickly…




A Capricorn, December born, love writing poems and stories. Music, Art, and Chocolates are important elements of my daily life. While I am crucially deciding on what new to write, I spend my time with my best friends who are competing for the post of Most Craziest, yet the Best and Awesome Best Friend. The aim is to change the world into a better place to live in and the motto is to "be the change."

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