beneath the pen the paper complies

soaking in the ink like a lover’s thirsty mouth

the gentle strokes of the point against the surface

the tip diving to touch

envoking feelings

stirring sensations

awakening thoughts

felt through centuries

now anew

touch upon touch

word upon word

a rising and a swirl

yes, this is a meeting of fates

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