Against the balance of society,
opposing the nature and time,
the blank page- awaiting for this long,
meets the first drop of ink of life.
Word are formed, written down one by one,
the waiting period that passed,
never spoken off, just left to the wind.
Expectant is the page, eager is the pen,
only the warm flesh on them knows,
as it trembles and shivers at the unknown.
......
Against the balance of society,
opposing the nature and time,
the blank page- awaiting for this long,
meets the first drop of ink of life.
Word are formed, written down one by one,
the waiting period that passed,
never spoken off, just left to the wind.
Expectant is the page, eager is the pen,
only the warm flesh on them knows,
as it trembles and shivers at the unknown.
......