pen and paper
do you think the trees know
that from the very day they were born
they were made to be
filled with these words, all dried and worn?

do you think they know
they'll accompany me in these lonely nights
do you think they're aware
how much emotions they soak up when i write?

does this pen know
every stroke of your eyes
how lovely each curve
do you think they mind?

do you think they know
how much i seek
to perfect your beauty
but right now, i could only peek.

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