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July 24, 2010
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The Paper and the Pencil
Kurdishaspect.com - By Ardalan Hardi
To my wife Kim
There was a time when the two were best friends
Shared good times and bad times
Laughter and pain Joy and sadness
There was a time when
The pencil talked copiously
The paper listened tolerantly
They knew everything about each other
The paper despised the eraser
The pencil detested the sharpener
Together they cherished the library
Until one spring day the pencil got mad and all dialogue stopped
They sat there side by side on the dusty old shelf by the rusty iron window
Neither one of them looking at each other
Neither one of them talking
Neither one of them surrendering
The quixotic enthusiasm they once shared now evanesced
Like the early morning dew on the green meadows
Gradually vanishing by the scorching summer sun
Fall came, the trees wept
And then on a cold rainy night
The howling wind ferociously broke the silence
Raged-in thru the cracked tired old window
Arrested the paper drenched it in rain
Threw it into the corner of the alley
Now the lead words reluctantly slipping off the page
The paper slowly wilted away dying
Heartbroken
And the pencil longed for the past he could not change
Quietly weeping, withering away all alone
You and I will live for today without regrets.
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