In the veins of her,
Flow words, not just blood…
Every blood-coated word the heart pumps,
The mind delivers it on the paper…
Every breath she takes,
Leaves her closer to writing…
Dating the pen since she got introduced to it,
No single day, they spent away….
Into her mere existence,
The pen filled life forever…
Away from the life’s traffic,
Pen accompanies her wherever she goes…
That’s how they romance,
The pen and her…
ink to think
drinking it all in
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awesome words kavya
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Thank you so much, Poonam 🙂
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