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!
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