Art, Pen

From A Rusty Nib

When life turns a little blue,

let some yellow in through that closed window.

Let the paint drip a little on the floor

and let your feet leave a token of memory.

 

Let some ink-drops in.

Let some ink-drops in.

One day, when you will count your life

in the wrinkles around the eyes as you smile,

your smile will try to find reasons to hold on

to your lips and to stay there for a while.

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