Poetry

The Writer

Ink drops, lines revolve
spouting out from the paper
spin and dance

Lively figures
move and breathe
ladies are chatting around the corner
before the swooshing swords fight
there is a city castle
there is a secret fountain

Like swapping LEGO blocks
subtract those needn’t
adjoin those alike

An exchange upon his devotion
writing power for courage and bravery
skimming the remaining ounce of times he has
though the premise won’t tell
this trade will keep in secret to his coffin

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