Death of the pen...

Confused words...
In a matrix of letters...
Scattered anxious...
In a silent hymn...
For morning birds...
Grieved...
For the loss of its fragrance...
And its melodies...

So the pen died...
And the heart of the pen's owner...
And the pages flew away...
Empty and blind...
Without a path for it...
Sad...
For the death of the pen...
And the pen's owner...
Who was...
All its refuge...
Nourishes it...
With the food of letters...
And words...
To dig between its lines...
The taste of love...
And the healing...
For everyone in life...
His heart ached...

The pen died...
And it's owner...

Hazem al ...