Creative Corner is a space to share your creative writing at Roar! We hope you enjoy this poem written by May Zaben
Calloused fingers touch
the tiny led
made of stenciled appealing.
Calloused marks shiver
at the delight
of the thin-borough paper.
Lines are traced,
appearing as the
Holy Grail of Louvre.
Spaces are made for
blank creations
and under a desirable minute appears a letter
a letter of startling finalities.
More letters are added
on and on…
and more…
and a word is made.
What is the beauty behind this creation?
The Pencil that named itself
after its context master.
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