InkfallA Poem by KirasoulThe misery (or is it fortune) of a young writer on a summer day as he writes on his lawn.Summer days are the best to write, Wandering like wind the words start to take flight Higher they ascend and gather in phrase, Together form title and attract the viewer's gaze. Now over the skyscrapers, now over the rooftops, The quotes are rising too fast, the conjunctions cannot be stopped! The author panics completely out of control, For he cannot contain his sentences for once and for all. His inkwell has lost pace, his fountain pen well spilt What kind of paragraph can these mad words quilt? Tearfully he looks up to the inky dark sky, His words all lost, their father about to cry. At last the black shower begins to pour, Raindrops of chapters falling to an unknown world. Somewhere in the rain, an young reader looks out his door, The story are coming, just wait a bit more. © 2016 KirasoulAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on March 27, 2016 Last Updated on March 27, 2016 AuthorKirasoulTaiwan, Taoyuan, Atheism/Pagen (I believe all that exists have life, even seasons and time.), TaiwanAboutHello! My name is Kirasoul, a writer and reviewer of 20 age. My choice of weapon is a LAMI Safari Fountain Pen installed with Brilliant Schwarz Black Ink and loaded with red Casket. I also use a T.. more..Writing
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