THE MOST PRECIOUS MOMENT...
When the nib of my pen kisses
the old papers with pleasure
to pour my thoughts to
create a new world!

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Delicate & tattered
was that old paper,
wrinkled all over
with yellow stains.
Like a droughty land
waiting for rain,
the scribbling quill
was all it gained.
As the buried seeds
came out alive,
words being penned
gave thoughts a life.
Small drops of ink
started falling as dew,
magically decorating
the page in hues of blue!

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