It was a dark day,
I do remember still.
The night was gloomy too
As I sat by the window sill.
When I longed so bad
For a fresh new start.
When I couldn't confine
Those thoughts in my heart.
I picked up my Quill,
I poured my heart out.
And like a sapling in the Sun,
My mind did sprout.
Whenever I feel low,
I talk to my Quill.
We jot masterpieces together
And sometimes even chill.
I don't fear the dark now,
And never ever I will.
As we are best friends now,
Me and my Quill...
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PoetryʙしAǸĸ pAＧ㉫ The blank page on the table, Compelled me to write About the things that happen Without my might. Like the shining of the Sun And the twinkling of the stars. Of the heaven-like beauty In the universe spread so far. About mother nature An...
