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Poetry - My Silent Cries
Old Quill pen in hand,
its cushioned tip dips in
the ink pot of my
broken heart
& comes to life.
As the pen moves on the
rugged surface,
my silent cries turn into
strokes & curves
on the worn out paper.
© 300roses
its cushioned tip dips in
the ink pot of my
broken heart
& comes to life.
As the pen moves on the
rugged surface,
my silent cries turn into
strokes & curves
on the worn out paper.
© 300roses
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