Again to the paper
my only true friend
able to open my soul
with my favorite black pen
There's no emotion here
or ability to think
just plain white paper
with symbols in ink
No laughs or cries
can be recited or said
just inner most feelings
easily recalled and read
Again to the paper
my only true friend
able to open my soul
with my favorite black pen
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem