my heart says
I can go with you to sleep
if you can write a beautiful thing for me
I tell politely
Darling
I have read in books
white rose got turned to red rose
the heart of hearts sacrificed
but darling
then it was late
and author forgot
to make a soothing end
it retorts
hell with your literary geneity
I need a real good thing around me
then I think to write a story
but my pencils says
Darling
I can write whole cosmos
with in 30 minutes
where is the story
you want from me
I some times see my heart
and then my pencil
I know
it has gone crank
doesn't matter
take it cool
sometimes
even cranks
make a good research material
for
soothing of the hearts.
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