with a heavy heart
as the healer
tried his best
like a wriggling yeast
He who
made a
poetess
out of a mess
He who taught me
to fight with
a shield of ink and
a sword of words
Now he lay,
like the sunset
over the horizon
but it rises the next day
will he too..
his chances dim,
He who was once
so sound and grim
A strike of sorrow
did creep
and a tear or
two did peep
so sound and grim
A strike of sorrow
did creep
and a tear or
two did peep
He was a friend,
a friend so great
not
just my soul mate
Mighty as it boils down
Like no other in the town
who did standby,it was time
to bid adieu, as gracefull
like the morning dew
charming the paper as ever new
mine truly forever,
the ever incredible Pen
a friend so great
not
just my soul mate
Mighty as it boils down
Like no other in the town
who did standby,it was time
to bid adieu, as gracefull
like the morning dew
charming the paper as ever new
mine truly forever,
the ever incredible Pen
1 comments:
"Superlative"
:P
I appreciate this ;)
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