“My Paper and My Pen”by Eureka C.Bianzon

As the sun starts to set

I sat down

with a paper with me and my pen

Staring above the sky

Thinking about many things

As my mind starts to fly

 

 

My hand starts writing

On the paper that I’m holding

Figuring out with so many things 

Memories of this place

That no one can ever traced

 

A poem that withholds everything

My world,my thought

Isn’t it it’s so amazing?

Composing themes

that comes from within?

 

It is about to dim

I guess I need to go

Thank you for my paper and my pen

I created simple piece again for you