Fulfilling what's vacant within
As life were but a blank page
With words truly a friend
If some I could only erase
Tears no longer to surface
Then smiles would shortly pond
Happiness to embrace
If the pen were my wand
Magic spelled in every line
Casting sleep to what was said
Jotting down a present divine
Awaking from worry's bed
Righteous is the way I'd command
From the soul, to paper and hand
Witty reflection elegantly brought forth with clarity of thought and mind. A beautiful creation crafted in persuasive poetic expressions with artistic brilliance. Thanks for sharing Paul and do remain enriched.
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I would like to translate this poem
Tears no longer to surface Then smiles would shortly pond Happiness to embrace If the pen were my wand Magic spelled in every line -.. embracing happiness. the pen as the instrument of expression o f the inner strenght and power. a fine poem. tony