The ink?
The ink is the tears
For a mourning writer
Who found refuge in writing.
The ink,
A black stained scars
From a writer's heart
Who carve their thoughts in blank pages.
The ink...
It serves as a photograph
From a writer's mind
Through pen and paper.
The ink
Is like a paint,
The brush is the pen and
The canvas is the paper.
Mar 28, 2021
Mar 28, 2021 at 12:49 AM UTC
The ink?
The ink is the tears
For a mourning writer
Who found refuge in writing.
The ink,
A black stained scars
From a writer's heart
Who carve their thoughts in blank pages.
The ink...
It serves as a photograph
From a writer's mind
Through pen and paper.
The ink
Is like a paint,
The brush is the pen and
The canvas is the paper.
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