Treasure Island

Leaking Pen

(Wellington, New Zealand)

Tree Of Life-


Here we are the two of us
Tit for tat going on
You: like virgin snow white purity
While we pile on fonts.
Those come in different shapes and sizes
They form artificial meanings
See saw the comings and goings
Of human hearts
We call Godly inspired.
Poof! Poof! In doing so
We destroy your core
Nature’s Zen purity
Better left alone – The Tree-
While we forge your new destiny
A hit, a miss there is no guarantee
That what we write
Will redefine eternity!

January 16,2014
Copyright Leaking Pen 2014

Submitted: Saturday, January 25, 2014
Edited: Wednesday, January 29, 2014
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