We write with many pens.

Flowers bloom on the dark
side of the moon
If a Tear was a Word
I could write my story

“Don’t write”, I say

She writes her story
on the sidewalk

“Don’t Cry”, I say

Let it be laughter
Let that be your Word
Your smile, Your Pen

She smiles and laughs
Her stream of tears
Now beautiful sparkling rivers
From the Homes of Iris

Now, I write the Story of My Life
On the Pages of Each Day
With Laughter and Tears

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