With our quill drenched in hopes,
We write every day,
Every moment,
A word,
A sentence,
A phrase,
A chapter,
From the story that is our life.
A novel written with letters
Older than writing itself,
With words just invented,
Known only by us,
Phrases written with tears
And chapters that proclaims joys
With parts and volumes still not written.
With the ink of live,
We fill our pens
And with lines pressed hard,
We write together,
Joy by joy,
Sadness by sadness,
Success by success,
Page by page,
Until, covered with dust,
The volumes of our life
Will enlighten others,
That come from behind
And start to write
Their story,
A story like no other,
A story as old as the world,
A story of love.
Written by Markis
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