Tale

Tale

The pen, my magic pen;

Destined to rewrite my tale

Was perplexed in this journey

Of retelling my tale with the smile.

The pen was envisioned to, 

Scatter the hard pebbles

And to throw them off,

Was tired with the search for

Softness among rashes.

But the magical vision

Failed to restore the tale,

With the seducing fragrance.

As I opened my eyes,

To read the new page of sorrow

Which followed me from the past,

the tale is aborted by the inkless pen.