I am speechless, but my pen is loquacious
The pen that refuses to sit on his mat
He dazzles and flaps.
My heart in my pen
He speaks to the world to hear
What a miraculous being
That thinks in a dynamic way
To change the rotic say and make a difference
I will praise thee million years
A carven image that is motionless
You are the great god that the priest adores
When life seize no more I will be your clergy
To give thee the sacrifice of honour
You who speaks the words of wisdom
To those who know the rhyme and rhythm of life
The might weapon, the heart of the intellects
Speak, I want to hear
For I am subservience to thee.
Where you are, there I am
To receive from thee the food of the soul
For I am a fool of the pouring spirit
My golden damsel that speaks of wondrous
beauty to eyes and show to the hear.
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