The view from the shore is breathtaking. We watch in awe as a river of ink flows past; carrying with it the tales of humankind. We watch stories unfold while poetry undresses and eternity speaks of God. Our understanding is complete; ink is a recorder of visions, a reader of minds. Ink is life; exposing the nakedness of the heart and always painting a masterpiece.

come rain or sunshine
ink sips ethereal dreams
my penned hand twitches

Β©Vivian Zems

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Real Toads– Season Your Poetry Part II

Image: Β AmorinaAshton

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