Pen
My only mode of expression
It writes happiness
It writes sadness
With its dark ink of truth
That lets out my fame of mind
my heart is like a gold
Waiting to be found
In the black mines
My mouth is perplexed
Unable to expound
The words in my brain
YOU ARE READING
The memory of a lost child
PoesíaThe journey of a child through nature ,tragedy that comes with love and the struggle for inner peace.
