The ink split,pen flow to blow pages lines away but dot-tots lines of pages wonder where does it goes writers read by keeps on turning pages.
I write with intrepid cause I turn to be tame with the writes I write in the books.
I turn pages while days keeps turning,day by day, night by night my hand pact with pen and page to flow to read to turn more pages
I write on more pages,writers reading but get surprised by reading without an end cause pages were turning but pages turning........
Apr 20, 2014
Apr 20, 2014 at 8:46 PM UTC
The ink split,pen flow to blow pages lines away but dot-tots lines of pages wonder where does it goes writers read by keeps on turning pages.
I write with intrepid cause I turn to be tame with the writes I write in the books.
I turn pages while days keeps turning,day by day, night by night my hand pact with pen and page to flow to read to turn more pages
I write on more pages,writers reading but get surprised by reading without an end cause pages were turning but pages turning........
INK ......PAGES.....WRITES