“Free verse short poem about writing”
Blank paper, quiet as snowfall, waits— my pen hovers at the edge of idea. A flicker, ink spills into shape; word by word, a world awakens. Breath caught between lines— hope, awkwardness, making sense of silence.
Blank paper, quiet as snowfall, waits— my pen hovers at the edge of idea. A flicker, ink spills into shape; word by word, a world awakens. Breath caught between lines— hope, awkwardness, making sense of silence.