A Triolet: an Ode to my Pen (prompts for hour 11)

how wonderful it is that you speak like me

even oceans spring forth from thee.

you interpret crude images in me

how wonderful it is that you speak like me.

even trees beg they be used by thee,

you slender beauty of ink that compliments me.

how wonderful it is that you speak like me;

even oceans spring forth from thee.

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