Poetry challenge #31 ‘Last’

The moment has finally come,
No more words will run from my pen,
Ink worn dry across the sheets,
Tiring, wearing out the grief.

Taking quill for lighter works,
Faces turned towards the sun,
While swinging on loops of calligraphy,
We write to heal our souls.

With love,

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