AFTER A HIATUS
The dusty cabinet had tears of joy,
Awaiting to be explored again,
And quill whispered to the ink,
Some words of complain.
Towards the triumphantly joyful escritoire,
I budged to garner my equipages.
Sat down to scribble and concoct,
My musings and emotions after ages.
After smearing ink on the first two sheets of the diary,
The quill and ink agreed to exculpate me.
Also assisting to integrate those thoughts,
That filled my heart and mind with jollity.
Seasoning with care, affection and trust,
I culminated the muse of love and respect,
Which delineated the bond that prospered,
Between the writer and her essentials!
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