Paper and Pen
Iambic Pentameter betrothed
to a sonnet draped in rhyme scheme
modicums of emotions spellbinding
into a span festooned by incentives
burdened heart confiding
in the dances of the felt-tip
themes in regalia
figurative languages per footwear
perfection attained at tam o’shanter
mood et tone
like scared leaves blown
into the hemisphere of glows
So and so would have been my scribbling
if you were a metaphoric poetry.
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Ancestral Trail 