Wednesday 27 August 2014

Blank page

Two cups of hot coffee could not help him put his words down,
words were his power
but he lacked them just now.
Pen gifted by her still accurately placed on the blank page
he stared at it
as if it were giving him hints
then shifted his vision outside the window
gazing at her.
Something inspired him
pen finally in his hand,
he ended his poetic traverse by writing his initials at the end of the page.
He gifted her eternity, a blank page
words could not define his love for her. 

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