The smell of wet ink
Feeling the smooth glide of my favorite pen
The elegant swoop of connecting letters
The scrape of pen on paper resonating in my ears
Hesitating before plunging into the next line
The comforting smell of fresh paper
The velvet feel of my hand moving across the page
Seeing my words fill up my old green notebook
The scratching sound of paper against paper
The breath I didn't realize I held releasing
The smell of aged leather binding
Feeling myself sink into my worn bed
Seeing the rush of my scrawl trying to keep up with my thoughts
Hearing nature's late night lullaby
Purging myself of the worries that torment my daydreams
The closest thing to peace I have ever known\n\nAbigail Hauschild
https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/writing-70/
Feeling the smooth glide of my favorite pen
The elegant swoop of connecting letters
The scrape of pen on paper resonating in my ears
Hesitating before plunging into the next line
The comforting smell of fresh paper
The velvet feel of my hand moving across the page
Seeing my words fill up my old green notebook
The scratching sound of paper against paper
The breath I didn't realize I held releasing
The smell of aged leather binding
Feeling myself sink into my worn bed
Seeing the rush of my scrawl trying to keep up with my thoughts
Hearing nature's late night lullaby
Purging myself of the worries that torment my daydreams
The closest thing to peace I have ever known\n\nAbigail Hauschild
https://www.poemhunter.com/poem/writing-70/
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00:00The smell of wet ink.
00:02Feeling the smooth glide of my favorite pen.
00:05The elegant swoop of connecting letters.
00:07The scrape of pen on paper resonating in my ears.
00:11Hesitating before plunging into the next line.
00:14The comforting smell of fresh paper.
00:17The velvet feel of my hand moving across the page.
00:21Seeing my words fill up my old green notebook.
00:24The scratching sound of paper against paper.
00:27The breath I didn't realize I held releasing.
00:31The smell of aged leather binding.
00:33Feeling myself sink into my worn bed.
00:36Seeing the rush of my scrawl trying to keep up with my thoughts.
00:40Hearing nature's late night lullaby.
00:43Purging myself of the worries that torment my daydreams.
00:47The closest thing to peace I have ever known.