Pen, Paper, Amazement.
Disbelief at the magic,
Stories written are tragic.
Pen on the paper
Amazement through words
The story shaper,
Moving forwards.
The smooth flow of words
painting in my head
pictures of wonder
and phrases, to describe.
Out the words flow
onto the page,
stories will grow
character's age.
Held by their pages,
trapped by their lines.
Ink is their cages,
their dreams are mine.
Stories are written, to create life anew.
But whose stories are written, are some of them true?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
creating life afresh a new. good one. I invite you to read my poems and comment.