I had my quill,

And also my parchment.

And I put all my ideas

In my parchment

And saved to my brain.

Making every eye

Have a sight.

And every ear

To listen.

So that every tongue,

Can have a taste of my poetry.

But out of the blue,

I lost my parchment

And only had my quill

Who was jilted.

Thinking that all my dreams

Have been shattered,

I had relinquished.

Because I knew everything has been written

And thought of before

The difficulty is to think

And write on it again.

And I never made use of that quill

Till now,

When I have found

And spouse for it.


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