With Quill and parchment at hand.
As she sits by her desk, day and night
Searching for rhymes that are right
With Quill and parchment at hand.

She sits by her desk, day and night
With observed meditation, and muse,
Finding words, to enlighten her fuse
She sits by her desk, day and night.

With observed meditation,and muse.
When she writes of beauty, and pain
Natural sun light, and forest rain
With observed meditation, and muse.

When she writes of beauty, and pain,
Eager, and blissful with passion,
Warming to poetic compassion
When she writes of beauty, and pain.

Eager, and blissful,with passion
With Quill and parchment at hand,
Until she meets, her final demand,
Eager and blissful, with passion.

With Quill and parchment at hand,
She sits by her desk day and night,
Searching for rhymes that are right,
With Quill and parchment at hand.

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