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Last updated on August 22, 2020

The feel of it’s touch,

Smoothness in it’s way,

It’s texture against my tips.

The content of my heart ,

Mixture of my thoughts,

which I forgot,

Reliving the joy of my heart,

The only way I knew,

By writing it all …

With a pen and paper,

A joy to writer’s heart,

Peace of readers soul,

The content of my heart,

Mixture of my soul…

Published inProse & Poem

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