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My Pen
My Pen
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When heart is broken and heavy,
When eyes overflow its banks,
And mouth too heavy to utter a word,
My pen becomes my voice,
My ink overflow like blood,
Dripping on my sheet like gold,
Adorned with inspiring stories,
When heart is weak and vulnerable,
My pen is my sword and sheets my shield,
When the war of disunity strikes the world, my pen is a wand of peace,
When the wind of destruction blows,
My pen is the architect to rebuild,
My pen, my pen is my friendly amour.
