An ink pen


Sunlight dapples
on an antiquated
Writing table.
From the drawer,
semi closed,
A rusty nib pen
Peeks and twirls
On the writing board


It taps a letter pad
That rumbles
And lays morose

The ink pen awaits
And when the moonlight
glitters on the table,
the letter pad
calls out to the ink pen
that feebly walks to the
writing pad
and writes a poem
before slipping into the
semi closed drawer



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