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Jan 2018
My pen is broken
My watch is broken
My heart is broken

The ink is soaked
The watch is choked
The heart is stroked

My pen strapped
My watch tapped
My heart wrapped

Pen was cleaned
Watch was whined
Heart was bandaged

Hand began to write
Watch turned the hour right
Heart sank with plight

I capped the pen
When the hour turned ten
I let my heart learn

©sim
Lessons learnt, move on...
Seema
Written by
Seema  41/F/Fiji Islands
(41/F/Fiji Islands)   
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