Scent of Ink

The flowers’ aroma floats in the air; Happy bees kiss stigma all day long; Attracts butterflies here and there, Surround blooms with their love song. Though thousand flower fragrances, Fulfilled the mind of the daydreamer, Are unmatched with the ink essence; Only a few people became ink creator. Search the steps to stay nearby ink bowl, Close to you who prepare nice artistry Where a soft scent piled in my soul. Forever, will last the smell of poetry; Yet, life doesn’t belong to the owner The body will vanish when time’s over!