My pencil, my beautiful pencil is lost
It is a thing that has no cost
Why did you run away?
Leaving me without a trace…
I searched the seas and the hills
And the closet that gives me thrills
O my pencil where did you go?
You make me lose my ego…
The time we spend together
Whatever is the weather…
Wait I will look at the wind mill
There you are my friend…
I have found you with my will…
Karima Puzon
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/pencil-2/
