For so many years
I stopped writing,
I ceased wanting
I threw my heart:
Threw all my cares
Closed my book,
Never bothered to look
And live without an art.
How can I forget
The day I lost my pen
I lost my songs, my dream,
My stories, and poetries,
Quotes, riddles, and faith:
I lost them all
I lost my soul,
And life's mysteries.
Now here I am again,
I have a sheet of paper
And a subject matter
The will to write once more!
By the pen you have given:
A symbol of love
And trust on what I have,
I'll keep this pen,
And offer you my love forever!
April 19,2006
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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