lino john


A Cold For Pen - Poem by lino john

Cold scold the pen
So pen holds the strike
Hot care the ink
But pen shut its door

Can I push this cold away?
Could it be possible?
Or I shall change my pen
No, my pen writes my mind

I decide to warm him
Warm and wipe out his cold
Pen pear the cold
And I start to write

Its ink sinks the cold
With hot glowing words
It light the sun
And reflect all the cold

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 19, 2008



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