Once the paper united with the pen,
And the latter was set free towards an alluring heaven.
Moulding and carving a castle of style,
Of bricks hand - picked as words elected for a rhyme.
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A wonderful imagery about a pen and the paper goes into the writing of this poem that makes it an equally amusing piece of poetry. Thanks.
Every chunk of the paper was painted with devotion,
Like a mother traces her shadow in the heart of her young ones.
The paper earned fame but the pen left unrewarded.
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A wonderful imagery about a pen and the paper goes into the writing of this poem that makes it an equally amusing piece of poetry. Thanks. Every chunk of the paper was painted with devotion, Like a mother traces her shadow in the heart of her young ones. The paper earned fame but the pen left unrewarded.