She said...
This is a fountain pen
Of mine
Special one
The colour of its ink is blue
I can write red
by it
Can you?
He said... no.
She opened the pen
just wrote three letters
R.... E.... D
Laughed like Mona Lisa
Saw him tilting her head
And went away.
His heart was strong like stone
clean and smooth
But those three letters.... R, E, D
come out from paper
And embossed on it straightway.
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