Literature Love

It can exist longer than our bones
It’s variables and understood tones

Put together by graphic minds
Art that lives despite the times

Speaking through pen from me to you
How our minds work, I have no clue

Just know somehow we are all linked
Word to word, a sentence is inked

Take a moment to thank the pen
With it, you and I are as close as keen

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