A Poetic Rhapsody


Do take my writing as my unsaid goodbye,

Ignore the salty tears I'll cry.

With a pen, my heart will speak,

The words I fear my heart too weak.

Memories I've saved and words of fellows,

This paper will hear my only bellows.

So until the day this pen does die,

You never will hear my loud heart's sigh.


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