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…

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