And when I felt the inspiration touch my soul,
And felt the pen so softly push into my hand,
I knew that time has come for me to throw
My dream onto the paper low-brand.
The stars were shining and the moon did glow.
Some owls flew pursuing poor mice.
The plants and trees too felt that strangest flow
That rolls our lives like do a pair of dice.
And I woke up from daydreaming again
And found my pen held in my trembling hand.
And then I saw: The white paper did glow.
The ink was red with blood of my best friend.
Inspiration
© Copyright: Польский Сергей Игоревич, 2011
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