Perspective Poem
In my wooden form, stories I unfold
A simple pencil with tales yet untold
Gripped by hands i sketch dreams and plans
A tool for artists, scholars, and fans
With every stroke, ideas take flight,
From blank pages to visions bright
I wear down slowly but I never cease
Creating worlds piece by piece
Though small and humble I hold great power
In every line I mark each hour
Copyright © Anthony Unger | Year Posted 2024
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