That evening, I sat down on my Writing table with the Diary of melancholy, stuffed In which were the envelopes, In the form of specimens of my heart. As I began to type the, parched, Lovelorn letters on my Dusty typewriter, Pearls of remorse were dropping From the sky as the audience Of our tragedy. Yes,they are crying in the Sorrow of our bereavement But, I in the joy Of my funeral. Finally, we can together complete our incomplete novel, With the quill of HEAVEN... Objects used- Writing table, novel, typewriter,envelopes,letters, Diary #aestheticthoughts #joyinjan #atpickobjectquote #theunsungquill
