One day my pen dances
Dangles words on the white paper
Forms beautiful sentences about my feeling
Two days my pen dances
He stories about several things
Like laughing and crying
Hopes the others can feel that things
Three days my pen still dances
Dances..dances.., and dances
I knew my pen loves dancing
He loves accompanies me in poems making.
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