I wanted the words to flow this way
But my pen wanted them to go that way
There happened a stalemate between us
I couldn't stay with my pen any longer
So I threw it on a table over there
Anger had squarely filled the room
When no word was jotted down on it
The paper got infuriated with us
It became a separate splinter faction
Within the same room
The three of us ocupied three positions
Then a wind intervened our situation
It gently blew across the side window
It tossed the paper like a coin in the air
On my chest the paper landed and smiled
It kissed me twice in the cheek and mouth
It soothed my hard feeelings with soft touches
I and the paper then went to the pen
Each one hugged the other joyfully
We all agreed to write the episode
This is the story we jointly crafted
It is called happy re-union