The Writer

March 20, 2018
By MagentaPixel SILVER, Redmond, Washington
MagentaPixel SILVER, Redmond, Washington
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And yet you still
Replenish the vessel with toner that was contained
In a broken glass and
Your hands are bruised and you feel tears evaporating into air
Flowing like clouds with dragonfly wings
But your fingers still dance in that curvature like they did before
And they will see the voice of the contrast you created
And yet you still smile because they will see what you have sown
Left to bloom in the winter of paper white
Your hands drenched in the opaque ink of the inerasable

The author's comments:

This piece is for the contest "Ink It."

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on Apr. 29 2018 at 10:01 pm
WolfWhisperer0911 DIAMOND, Crosby, Texas
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Favorite Quote:
"For I command you, be brave and steadfast! For the Lord your God will be with you whenever you go."
-Joshua 1:9

"Throw me to the wolves, and I'll return leading the pack."- Unknown

"Never moon a werewolf." -Mike Binder

@AinsleyTurnedAlex Great poem! May the best poet for the Ink It contest wins! :)

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