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Ink
The emotions flowing from a nip on the paper.
Work as a connecting medium which carry profound meanings and contentment.
Sometimes flicker due to uncertainties.
Sometimes sheds due to overflow.
It is non toxic but can warp the things that can't be of no use.
Just a pigment which shows the real colours of life.
Is it the ink or the love?
If                               You  

Don’t             Stand

For

Something

You        Will

Fall                  For

Every                         Thing
X mark’s the spot
We greet the morning.
Loves returned to its grandeur.
It is elegance.
a witch drew a deep breath

  and when the men saw
  she said nothing —

  Nothing happened.

it was her hands —
gathering up blood-soaked cloths
  careless of the evils they did
  with the healer’s gift —
motioned them to come in

Vastening,
  shining like a dark lake
  in the dappled light
  between the cliffs and the sea

She saved me, and I
  gave her the way in the dark

and she was free
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