Pen pressed upon paper,
Inky veins spread thin.
Written thoughts dispersed to vapor,
Such a predicament I am in.

Its black trail leading me forward,
Creating such an oily stream.
I slowly progressed toward,
This inkling of a dream.

Follow these dreams, printed upon page.
These images sketched before you,
Prepared like your stage.

Go my friend,
To this inkling of a dream.
No enemy can contend,
Against your imagination's team.

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Sorry guys, I haven't had time to update much but now that it's summer I made this little rhyme. Sorry it's short but I hope Y'all like it!
Until next time,
Hannah ♡