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I move my pen with ease,
Imagining the lands at peace.
The wind blowing in the air with gentleness,
And children playing with carlesness.

I move the page just a bit,
I once again design with wit.
I draw a line, I give it life,
I cut the pieces with the knife.

I spill my in on paper,
Then I look for time and wait till later.
The sun turns down,
My vision turns toward dawn.