ink.
without you creativity would die!
like a caged bird it would be confined to the brain.
waiting to be set free.
ink. is the bond that ties,
imagination and reality.
with it images are made,
books created,
things printed.
experiences, dreams, music, artwork can be shared.
ink. is the foundation from which poetry is built.
combined with the mind and paper we produce a product.
music created in the mind, transformed into notes, translated onto paper with
ink.
the power of a pen is infinite.
we create out own limits.
unless ink. one day runs out...
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