moving
crying ink in a blank lonely sheet
opening a heart
pouring everything while writing
hope peeks voluntarily
like a lover waiting for a chance
grasping the only inspiration
distance can’t keep me from my admiration
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swaying
my pen dancing
the only freedom that I know
curving tips putting a show
this sweet realization is a path of sight
this enlightenment I will never give up
in my fingertips there is my life
and I know, it’s gonna start again…
Copyright 2008 Micgui
