Poetry Poem by Mac Adrone Adonay

A wide field of quills
Born from imagination
Of what a man feels

This pen has a heart
That beats sweet and tuneful thoughts
Revealing rich art

Deeper than oceans
Taller than hills and mountains
And soft like a dance

As a ship sailing
Into the smooth giant waves
The poet's poems sing

A piece of paper
Can move and fly gently
With blooming flower

Trough the shining eyes
Of literature lovers
The sleeping inks rise

The mind plants a ken
In the mouth of thoughts and dreams
Where heart is the pen.