I met with a white
With the help of a black.
The white gave me space
to tell everything in my heart.
Black helped me a lot to
talk with the white.
Black turned my thoughts
into beautiful words for white
White heard me with patience
I wonder what would be it
if I don't find them ever in my life.
They are my best buddies
White and black gave life
to my sunken heart.
They are the reason for
my enormous poetic life.
They are not living
They live through my hands...
No wonder....it's my
white paper and black pen
Tell me...how can I forget them...