Azotus
Mother
I wish I had
a magic pen.
A rare
fountain pen.
Its golden ink sparkling,
Inviting the silver nib.
Fain,
I restrain
tenacious words,
Step by step,
Line after line
and they shine
retired pages.
Noble words,
Concealed for ages,
To render your smile,
Now I know
My world is fine,
My mom
a magic pen.
A rare
fountain pen.
Its golden ink sparkling,
Inviting the silver nib.
Fain,
I restrain
tenacious words,
Step by step,
Line after line
and they shine
retired pages.
Noble words,
Concealed for ages,
To render your smile,
Now I know
My world is fine,
My mom
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