Day 23 – Ink

Ink

Words run from my fingertips,
Onto the page.

I know my life is paved in small ruts and gullys, wetlands in the middle of the trees.

Nature clears itself, and I let the water filter my heart, leave the good things,
Let the things that hold me back go.

Words run from my fingertips,
Like water, like love,
Onto the page.

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