WRITING

WRITING

The paper, my companion.

The pen, my speech.

You who prefers it being plain,

It’s my voice.

You’d be thrilled to hear

Like the voice of a favorite singer

Without a choice

You’d place on play back.

When I love,

My paper I tell.

When I see hurt,

My paper I share.

It’s more than a sword

It’s my speech, my pen.

My speech in written words.

Watch me paint my dreams;

My dream wedding

Or dream family.

My paper, my companion,

Knows it all.

See me heal the broken hearts,

Clean the teary eyed.

A work of my speech,

A masterpiece,

One to reckon with.

My work of art,

Writing…

– His rule Publications

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