The Pen

A craft runs from ink
Pointed on paper no blink
It spits more a note
Speaking millions than not
That's the big peñ.

On my right hand
It moves in line with the mind
Not to leave a thought behind
It's the power under it
That puts more out
The big big peñ.

I love the flow out
It doesn't do a cut
But mends more in the heart
I've got nothing blind
I'm full by pen in mind
That big peñ.