Pen in the hand
Ink on the sheet
Ice in the chest begins to melt
The warm heart begins to beat
We write down the words
And found peace and love
On the white sheet
With the black ink on it.
We love poetry.
Pen in the hand
Ink on the sheet
Ice in the chest begins to melt
The warm heart begins to beat
We write down the words
And found peace and love
On the white sheet
With the black ink on it.
We love poetry.
