The indelible Ink flows from the pen
Gives life, hope and peace within
Or opens wounds and old scars
to tear down the spirit, behind the bars.
The Ink flows on to meet the eye
Fills the thirst to live or die.
It finds a path beyond emotion
Directs the heart, spirit, devotion.
The Ink can flow to encourage
or ravage the page to discourage
The ink brings tears of joy tomorrow
Or tears of grief and great sorrow
The ink will rise where it flows
Or it will fall where no one knows.
The heart of the Ink is yours and mine
When it touches the paper, it is divine
Aug 4, 2010
Aug 4, 2010 at 7:30 AM UTC
The indelible Ink flows from the pen
Gives life, hope and peace within
Or opens wounds and old scars
to tear down the spirit, behind the bars.
The Ink flows on to meet the eye
Fills the thirst to live or die.
It finds a path beyond emotion
Directs the heart, spirit, devotion.
The Ink can flow to encourage
or ravage the page to discourage
The ink brings tears of joy tomorrow
Or tears of grief and great sorrow
The ink will rise where it flows
Or it will fall where no one knows.
The heart of the Ink is yours and mine
When it touches the paper, it is divine
Authors: Heather Mirassou and John Stevens Copyright 8/3/2010
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