The pen hovers still,
Frozen like midwinter thoughts.
While ink slowly dries.
How did I write, then,
In those days before you came,
Bringing me such joy?
Now that you are gone from me,
My shattered art weeps such words.
Joy taught me the skills,
That gives life to hollow thought,
Arranged in sad forms.
Discarded Recollections 
oh the bittersweet of love lost, well written Masa!
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Many thanks! I love bittersweet. Anything that can make me smile and cry at the same time is good in my books.
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and you aced it in this one 🙂
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