Spilled ink

“I have always liked reading poems, to me it’s such a fascinating art; the most understandable medium that exists. I also wrote poems in my teen days, well, if we could call that poems😅. Poetry, visual art, music, ambient movies, and catchy written books have always satisfied my thirstiness of subtle evasion, thus it was normal that those words and lines I like reading so much now spills from my heart and mind.”

Spilled Ink

Flower buds spilled from ink,
And from my heart grows out flowery words
Like beauty stirs into the day
So does ink upon my sheets,
The words morph on their own
And a new world of color is born
Those inks drip, and they all seem
To make their way till a new road 
Graveled of new dreams and scenes. 

Published by Eiravel

Hello everyone, and welcome to my personal blog. This is a self-taught adventure in creative writing, craft that I am passionate about; learning writing and all the stuff that concerns this industry while surfing on the waves of the internet, and I aspire to make a living through selling my own books and blogging, because why not. I live on the island of Mauritius with my husband, my two children, and my muse. I am an eclectic person, love the sublime and the strange; I am also interested in all types and forms of art that please my mind.

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