INKED

INKED

On the coldest of nights,
She wakes up before the sunrise,
To Write lines that cost nothing,
Not even a single rupee.

First line, second line and third line,
For no one and nobody.
Third, fourth and fifth,
For her existence and contentment.
And the end line for someone,
Who sees sunsets every morning.

– Emily Parker

Skills

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January 18, 2019

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