These scraps of paper, ink blots
Danzan pace on the road without stopping
Because the writer so desires
their daughters do what they want ...
not just stories of pain and joy
are truths which in their imagination
there, laugh and cry
Well for the writer not only novels.
ink Your loved life and soul are
play with the pen and mind of man
create worlds that exist or ever will see
But believe for a moment that yes
The words and phrases of a writer
not have any consistency or body
just have painted beautiful words
And moments do not exist in real life
A writer loves his daughters
ink lovers give a reason
For they are his life, his blood and his legacy
But above all are the soul that harbor it.
PD Jojo xDD after years
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