#writer

To you impressive weapon,
I was still untill
I saw your will
Whence I pondered you every second.

No one sees your face despair,
For I see how you strive to bleed ink.
The world turns unfair,
If your eternal beauty would shrink.

You must be sensible to make a stroke,
And insensible to have any poke.
Does any know your pain?
For you ,who feel artists' both joy and vain!

O' dearest quill and hue,
These are verses few
For you, who in a split second could destroy
Or bring ever ethereal joy!

© Eclogue paradise