Last updated on August 22, 2020
When I write,
It’s just pen, paper and I,
Rest is magic of inner cry,
Thoughts flow freely
Writing theses random
Scenes of beauty,
Some are heavy,
Some are light,
Others are filled,
With darker light,
Its lighten the soul,
Brightens the heart,
Clears the passage to see afar,
Nothing to steal,
Nothing to hide,
It’s just pen, paper and I.
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My utmost pleasure
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