Pen Might1 min 327 1 min 327
If I stopped writing,
I would betray my soul,
The ink would dry out and I would not smell the pencil.
The pencil illuminates my vision,
As he writes with the fingers of my heart,
Shares love and joy,
I proudly walk with her into the future.
I sleep at night with a pen,
Under the pillow leaves the stars,
She is my best friend,
Who shares with me all the torments of the heart.
Sublime, nurtures my spirit,
So I feel free and happy like a bird,
When he pours my deep emotions on paper,
Me as if flying on the wings of a swallow ...