One day the paper and the pen
Set up a date
Both feelings are mutual
and deep
My pen can't wait to touch
the paper
Oh the paper is pure clean untouched
My pen was trembling
It can't afford to move
Thinking which word is up
to hold
Slowly and carefully both
thinking sound
Which word to jot
That will keep it's rhyming
Until it last...
©marichu
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