Am
made of the strongest metal on earth
That cuts all others combined
I am a combination of all the bold structures
I am the sun that heats up at noon
I am the fire that’s both destructive and constructive
Who’s stronger than me?
The weakest physically?
I am the smallest bead
That’s traced by all the powerful lenses
I am the paper that’s so thin and weak to look at
Am as minute as the air we breathe
Do you know what makes me strong?
My ink
My ink that wets my dry quill
My ink that gives me power to write
My ink that reveals my talent
But not my physical power
That many smile at
And shake their heads in amazement.
That cuts all others combined
I am a combination of all the bold structures
I am the sun that heats up at noon
I am the fire that’s both destructive and constructive
Who’s stronger than me?
The weakest physically?
I am the smallest bead
That’s traced by all the powerful lenses
I am the paper that’s so thin and weak to look at
Am as minute as the air we breathe
Do you know what makes me strong?
My ink
My ink that wets my dry quill
My ink that gives me power to write
My ink that reveals my talent
But not my physical power
That many smile at
And shake their heads in amazement.
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