Saviodsilva


Mary Ellen Smith
Poem

In the Ink

Are many thoughts, I think.
Thunderings, wonderings and blunderings.
From the quill words twisted till
Onto the paper milled they spill.
Dark black letters trace their way
Like roller coaster thoughts that play
In the ink.


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