To all these things,
my words escape.
In this ink,
and to relate.
In this ink,
another dying pen too.
Is this how it gets to you?
Let it out, or do not part.
In this ink, make a mark.
To all these things,
there is no start.
To where begin,
escapes within.
All this ink pours,
letting it out.
Till there is no more.
In this ink... you've etched and coloured many hearts... lovely, i loved it!
in this ink, make a mark-jessie jett. i will make a mark with my own ink, this is a nice inspirational work. thanks for sharing, jessie.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love the flow of this poem..a wonderful piece of work!