Every time I take hold of you,
I feel something new.
In this piece of paper that eagerly waits,
An ample of words I can write through you.
In my every works of art,
You’re my confidant.
In my every draw
You gladly follow,
In my every stroke,
You willingly make your move.
What am I without you?
My pen, my best friend,
When my emotions overflow,
You’re there to help me show.
In my every thought,
You’re always there to decode them too.
My dear pen, Thanks to you!
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice and excellent poem.I think Anna Mae Angana is a good poets.