I Write...

I write,
In the middle of the night,
when the whole world sleeps,
I wake up, taking a paper and a pen,
I begin again,
I write.
I love to write,
to write what is right,
whatever comes to my mind,
I pen all the lines.
No matter how late,
what awaits my fate, I write,
Still. I write,
In the middle of the dark night.
I write to live,
I live to right,
about the dark night,
and sunshine finally, so bright.
I write whatever comes in the sight,
about the colour black, dark and gloomy,
and refreshing- when it comes to white.
I write.
I write because I love to write,
in the middle of the night
about colours so bright,
about the flying kite,
the fighter fighting with all his might,
People may love it, hate they might,
yet I write,
I write to love,
I write to fight.