YOU HAVE SPELLED MY INK
I have you far away or near. You have spelled my ink to be a river. I sleep and wake up in my dream’s ears. Oh, no, never laugh at my crazy tears! They are some crystals in my eyes’ mirrors. I have invented you, my dear so my wine is no longer bitter. Oh, no, never laugh at my weary slippers! They recall my way through my life’s wrinkles. Even a century riding fast gets thinner. I have invented you in my life’s whisper. You have spelled my ink to be a river.