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.

Saturday, August 4, 2012
Topic(s) of this poem: sun
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My muse: the poem Nightfall by Ilona Grieland
picture from artyfactory
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