When I smeared ink on my paper 📜 Art and Photography 🖌️ Spoken Word and Poetry

Ink

I write with my pen expressions, symbols with ink blots.

Its colors are luminous, bright, wonderful and lustrous.

I don't care about the accuracy of its drawing, but rather its meaning and secret.

I paint the wilderness, and in it I find myself at peace.

Content with the most beautiful expressions of the ink of my pens.

Good morning and all happiness friend 😊🌺