Moby Dick

 

moby dick

I’m old and my best friend is the dust

I’m full of fantastic and interesting stories

What I’m saying is becoming history

The pages inside me have become curvy

You can smell the years through my pages

I have lost bright in the color of my words

But my content is still the same brighter

I’m heritage that is trasmited by generations

I could never told all this stories without my old friend… The Infinity Pen

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