hold on my pen..
hold on my dear pen..
the wound still not healed...
hold on my dear pen...
the wound still bleeding...
hold on my dear pen...
pains still lives inside me...
hold on my dear pen...
i know how much i bear you down with my worries...
i know that i loaded you up through my sadness...
loaded you more than you can...
but..please...
be patient...
patient to me o my dear pen...
be patient...please...
soon no more long..
i will die...
so please be patient...
by: hazem02@yahoo.com
sadness elopes in this piece quite different from your previous composition...I pity your pen Hazem, hahaha guess you have to take a new one. Let it rest so that you'll have a best, again of love poems. (kiddin')
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I would like to translate this poem
Your poem expresses, poetically and gently, the importance of 'writing it out'. When times are tough, how healing is the pen - and the result is more poetry. What a beautiful thought. love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥