Fountain Pen






That Fountain Pen...
You gave me that day...
I scribbled my heart ....
All that I had to say...
Did you hear any rain outside?
Since the words washed away
All I did was hide my face
With notebook and lay....
That Fountain Pen
You gave me that day...

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