Waste sheets
She used to scribble some lines
every weekend in some sheets of paper,
to write stories of life or her poems
in the candle light with the ink.
This time those sheets desperately waited. Those pen and ink were laid on her table
waiting for the warm touch.
At last...
She took those sheets, pen and ink,
thoughts recollected on her mind,
those blank sheets filled by her tears,
ink spread all over, created a new art...
