Today got me peeping
For the book inside shelves
Looking for a pen to shed off
The emotions uncountable
Today got me whispering
To the birds of rose colour
Perching on the branch in the
Neighborhood, lonely
Today got me in the morning
Waking up, listening to lines
Of my books, arranged like
Gills of tilapia crying
Inking this to you,
Dear one listen to this new letter
How old he has been
Rubbing the balls in the pages
Then later, I will not show
Myself to that new teacher
To come about my ink pot
Shading the beauty of your heart.
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