An Hairy Tale And A Magic Pen Poem by Ludovik Celaj

Soon as i've picked up my pen in my hand
a hairy tale paused over me from flying and...
it made me feel humorous in myself further,
of how long the tale went dragging me after

Here it goes now my magic pen
fastening it's rotation in maximum
without smoke, without dust, without fogg
but instead only with a inky pen and paint
leaving a latin alphabet letter's writen behind.

And if my magic pen
one day will be broken
from the missuse of word's...
I still will be wishing in hope for;
a same style master pilot replacement
and despite all of that conclusion of theory
only would be important the reason of winning left.

Dec.30.2012