I put my pen to paper create a draft, to tell you how I feel,
It’s been three years or less; I started poetry, words floating through my mind.
I can hardly believe its real as the words flow from my heart.
Sentimental melancholy I’m to feel, like getting up in the middle of the night and documenting all my thoughts, seeking pen and paper jot down my verse before I forget the words I sought.
I can not stop writing as the words gather in my mind, so beautifully going through my head, my pen with paper always within reach lying there beside me Within reach always by my side.
Written by charles garcia
Sept 16,2002
The wonderful process of creation. Write on, Charles. What you see from your own personal window on the world has great worth. Warm regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Paper to your Pen Mr. Garcia! So I do come here into your postings wondering if I am missing any of your poems posted,219 so far...I must keep attentive...Paper to your Pen...