When days had gone dark and cold,
It is the pen and a notebook's duty to lift
A writer's despondent spirit.
He would make full use of his pen.
To fill the notebook up with feelings that aren't able
To be expressed.
What is there in the back of a writer's mind?
Is it filled with different kinds of worlds?
Imagination?
Fantasy?
Or, are they mere memories of recurring events?
Nobody knows what it is exactly.
A writer's untold emotions,
Will forever remain untold.
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BREVIS TABULATORUM: A Compilation of Short Stories and Others.
Poetry𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳.