Finding no word to write,
My pen into pieces I tore.
High in contest I wanted to score,
In sixes and seven I was at four.
Writing passionately I loved to the core,
Yet coudn't print a word to lure.
I did not sleep for my emotions to pour,
Look into my eyes, they are sore.
Don't disappoint me, I am sure,
I can write, my wishes are pure.
I do not need a fare so thorough,
Let me thick forest to pass through.
I want a while to wander to and fro,
I'm not careless, my relatoins: sis and bro.
I salute those who write more and more,
My pen into pieces now i tore.
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