I ran out of ink one rainy night.
So I went outside
and dipped my pen in a raindrop.
And so help me, God,
I went back inside,
closed my door behind me,
switched on my lamp,
retrieved my pad,
and marveled
at the rainstorms I wrote.
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Heartpen: Poems of a Cardiac Quill
PoetryAdventure calls to seekers from different eras, different towns, even different worlds. Paths cross. Journeys intertwine. This poetry book highlights mysteries that drive us. It explores loss, endurance, and the struggle to find truth. Featuring gr...
