
The paper is white,
it invites me to write
a thought, an idea of
something new...
I wrote a letter to my brother,
In black ink, a few words to make him think,
My thoughts soared high above the cloud,
Whispering words falling to the ground ...
Looking at the Raven that flies very high,
I embraced a sweet tear that had escaped my eyes.
The paper is still white,
It invites me to write ... | SLJ
