Jan 2016
My hand swiftly moves on the paper,
Inking each page,
With words full of love,
In such haste,
To assimilate the broken strings,
Of this writers block that I had been pulled in.
Inking each page,
With words full of love,
In such haste,
To assimilate the broken strings,
Of this writers block that I had been pulled in.
(Pakistan)
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