Poetry Eng 57
Wednesday, September 19, 2012
Pen without ink
On a blank sheet
How to write
When the first rain
Drops to the blank sheet
As the cloud came
Like black ink
The ink has always fallen
To destroy the art
I am always try to close to my family
Like as my heart beat
But always far ahead from me
Whatever happened in past
But it’s come again
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