Ink of a Pen
Spouted like a waterfall
Thoughts are spilled upon a page
Caressing opaque blankness
Forming a line, a dream, a beginning
Drops of dark tears posess my feelings
Universe of emptiness now full
Dancing across is everything
Dear to the world
Sometimes, there is sharpness
Painful to those who chose wrong
Bringing hope to those who see
Slowly, gently shaping a person
Ther person who wishes
The person who understands
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