Angels Ink - The Poet

Alone with pen
On the outskirts of many
Seeing their whispers
Knowing their thoughts
Poised and intriguing
Her presence felt
Her manner friendly
Their eyes burn her flesh
Who is she?
That sits there and writes
An ordinary woman
With a dream in sight

Angels Ink

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