the year of lyrics: a poetry project

my search for inner-peace, one poem at a time

Day 291 – Spilled Bottles of Ink

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New and old
Turn the page
And I’m sold
A different sentence to read
In italics and bold
And the pages obey kindly
In my gentle hold
Courteous creases
Crinkles and folds
And the text flows over
In inks of green and of gold
For stories of today
Are better when told

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