The Song of Pen
In the dark of mind, light is sought,
Words are stray, longing to be caught.
The heart holds a song that's not taught,
Except in verses, where it's brought,
As spirit's wit cannot be bought.
O, Muse of poetry, I call,
In each stroke, I pursue my goal.
Ink flows, bringing force to my soul,
On white paper where thoughts so small
Turn into big dreams where hopes sprawl.
©bfa030325
(Pasion)
Copyright © Bernard F. Asuncion | Year Posted 2025
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