My Pen
My Pen
It is many times in my hand.
It is preparative all time to do something, according to me.
It is ready to write, what I think.
It is ready to do, what I want.
It is ready to reach, where I can't arrive.
My pen has a friendship with paper.
Never talked to each other.
Travel of words from the heart to heart and it also travels different colors of paper to paper.
Just beyond any description.
