Dear beloved Pen
I am a paper yellowed and forgotten, for on me you have chosen to write nothin.
How I miss your point gliding upon me so! Now you keep away. Oh so much woe!
Remember when we met. Yes! Yes!
You were leaky, abandoned and forgotten. I liked you and invited you to write on me somethin.
I didn’t care about your barrel size or your clicker being old. I still let you write on me the stories you never had told.
Why did you stop letting your ink just flow? Come back! I miss you so!
Namaste
Guady G
Have a beautiful day! May your pens not get leaky. May the holder not be sneaky. We are beautiful paper to be handled with love and care. May fools not come on us and cause tears.
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Gaze into my
Words you might find what
Your looking for
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Thank you so much. I send you a great big hug wherever you might be!! Muah!
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Your welcome!
It may not be our fate
To meet each other yet our words
Can entwine together
What you need is something or someone to focus on. It could be anyone or anything. Just keep your heart safe by staying grounded in reality. π
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Omg feels like I know you. Quite profound indeed. Head still spinning. Thank you. Thank you.
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As you spin around let
My words arouse you make your fingers
Reach for Mr. Peabody
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Umotoame.wordpress.com
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Look deep
Into your heart your muse is
Lurking there
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Thank you. Hugs from Brooklyn.
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Your welcome! Hugs from Bremen GA. π
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Beautiful I think
Your muse is playing hide
And seek with u
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You are probably write! Lol
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