Light is shining through.
Shedding truth on the depths of you.
A picture is taken. A memory saved.
The black ink in an angel’s name.
Dark liquid is making stains
A letter redirected from Heaven’s aim.
There’s a birthmark imbedded on your soul.
Only a hint of secrets they don’t know.
You’ve signed along the dotted line
The black ink in an angel’s mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You work effectively with the black ink symbol, it has a almost ritualistic touch to it that highly intrigues. L&T