• Molding Paper
    As I write on paper,
    I mold it,
    Shapeing it into , something other than before

    Quickly jotting down any thoughts that cross my mind
    Paper accepts lead, ink
    as a gift from a god.
    Paper caresses the words,
    Charesing them till they fade.

    Molding Paper, manipulateing it
    is not an easy task.
    Paper dosn't accept certain words, sentences.
    Only the right combanation,
    of the words,
    Can open the lock to stories and poems.