Pools of thoughts,
fed to our souls from the same sea.
From these pools words shall flow.
They shall flow through the purest paths,
from silvery river to black,
five shades of it,
shall reinforce one another,
worlds will be created,
and through a silent sinister metaphor,
the universe and life itself shall play on paper.
And as i let my pool refill,
an inkblot forms where my thoughts touch paper.
L.R
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