The old fountain pen, Writes just like the best of pens, And leading my hand.
The writing was clear, Just as if it had flowed there, A long time ago.
It resonanted Black ink sheen and magic depth, That really spoke it.
Author: Pontvert
I am just having some fun and exploring my creative side and also disciplining myself to do something every day. I like a challenge, and if you have a haiku project for me please let me know, igl @haikubook.co.uk
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