The pen

The breeze blew away the old, loose,  papers, The ink spread coloring the destiny's scriptures, The serene, silent sky was cloudy, black and dark, It suddenly thundered with a bolt of lightning spark, The spark enlivened the dried, dainty, old pen, Giving a tender, sweet and pleasurable pain, The pen kissed the color of the [...]

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Water and fire

The out-roar of fire simmering inside the dead cold water, It gets louder and lightening strikes, louder is the thunder; The water curbs the new born spark but it is not true this time, Spark veils itself,takes a shape secretfully in the "hiding"; The whispers under water talk about the dangers to come, The water [...]