Today I received a glass calligraphy pen
Blue in colour
As dark as the ink that I use
I am searching for lost rivers
Which all remain hidden
Flowing without dreams
My rough pad is quite vacant
I have recorded nothing
Apart from this frail poem
Today I received a glass calligraphy pen
Blue in colour
As dark as the ink that I use
I am searching for lost rivers
Which all remain hidden
Flowing without dreams
My rough pad is quite vacant
I have recorded nothing
Apart from this frail poem