(my own words)
We are weavers of words and rhymes,
narrating the book of our lives.
Pens are the needles of our craft.
The ink is our draft as we display it in metaphors of love, jealousy and hate.
Like ether, the release brings calmness to our minds as we read the lines and verses on the page.
We never know when we pick up our pen which road we will choose to travel that day, nor the chapter of our lives our pen will tell.
We are weavers of words with dreams and desires.
We may have walked through fires or been through hell.
But everyone has a story to tell.
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