pen is my hometown
the ink in
it
an
ocean
sails me
to distant lands
I reach out
to the
world
pen is my exile
the ink in
it
a constant
flow
of love
of
understanding
in deep solitude
in deep solitude
pen is my
life line
the ink in
it
raindrops
washing away
tears
dewdrops
kissing the beginning
bloods
floating
inside
all the time
making life, life
pen is my
kingdom
fertile
with endless supply
of bubbling hues
with endless supply
of bubbling hues
to reach out
to the world
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