It has been far too long
Since my pen has touched this pad.
to let my words spill onto this papper once more.
It truly is,
A wonderful feeling.
So many days I've let this paper gather dust.
My mind ached to speak through my hands.
This ink seems so ancient.
Unmoved for what seems to be millenia.
And now I move to the next piece
For it feels nice to do what I love
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem