my pen is my light even after death, it is so true. yes for us poets our pen is our light. we express all that is inside us. that is our consolation. a writer becomes a writer when he sits and he cannot but write. you have reached that point. continue writing and we shall read and comment and rate it. thank u. tony
how are yumy real dear, , , i wish you to be near, , , , , i am sad and alone, , , , let this be well known.....in iraq they dont value a good text, , , , , which serves for here and the next
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my pen is my light even after death, it is so true. yes for us poets our pen is our light. we express all that is inside us. that is our consolation. a writer becomes a writer when he sits and he cannot but write. you have reached that point. continue writing and we shall read and comment and rate it. thank u. tony