From the moment my pen's nib touches the page,
I fervently share thoughts that are often strange.
People I have never met or seen before,
Appear in my mind's eye and become friends forever more.
If they are laughing and crying,
Or the things they are buying,
Through it all I am by their side,
And with them through every tide.

Paper and pen paint a perfect picture,
A true way to store your memory in literature.
For words have powers they say,
And a wound or crown it will stay,
Forever in the heart of the receiver.
For there is no greater deceiver.

Be it distant lands and foreign friends,
Or in the friendly helping hand it extends.
For in stories and books,
In poems and nooks,
We find what was  once hidden from us,
The truth of life to which we're oblivious.

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