Oh my dear pen,
There you lie;
Cold and pale.
With your jaunty cap askew,
No more ink courses through your vein to spew.
You’ve bled your last drop on my paper.
No more will I chew on you, pondering poetry.
No more will you take down and crystallise my thoughts.
No more marking, jotting and retorts.
Your journey with me, well spent,
Has finally come to a sad end.
Ohh my dear, sweet,
Lifeless Pen…
I love it, and also the picture you used.
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I’m glad you like it! Thank you so much! 😁
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Awesome post.
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Thanks a lot for stopping by and dropping this comment! Thanks for reading!😁
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Definitely!😊
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These thoughts could be extended to relationships that have diminished and died.
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Wow! That’s a marvellous idea! You’re quite right. I guess I was not reflective enough to have used it before😕
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