Touching InkA Poem by I Am Svetlana
When the pen kisses a blank page,
I feel the most breathtaking release. Touching ink, any ink, to paper. Two things that are truly in love. So beautiful, so legendary. Perhaps they could love me too? They accept me like no human can. Seeing my words in ink, any ink Brings tremendous joy to my heart. Knowing I am able to do some right In such a wrong society. I often feel like no one, Bit never when I'm touching ink, any ink To a blank page. © 2014 I Am SvetlanaFeatured Review
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Added on August 22, 2014Last Updated on August 22, 2014 AuthorI Am SvetlanaMadison, WIAbout"If you cannot write well; you cannot think well; if you cannot think well, other's will do your thinking for you." -Oscar Wilde Hello all, my name is Emily Svetlana! I am 30 years old and wo.. more.. |

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