Black Ink Remains Poem by Saiom Shriver

Black Ink Remains



The ink in the lined drawings of the sun
upswells flowing over the picture.
Only moonless black ink night remains.

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My muse: the poem Nightfall by Ilona Grieland
picture from artyfactory
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