August 8, 2016

Thoughtful Words

Quill And Ink Pot

The quill whispered to the ink, “Spiritless to the world around, we imbibe the sorrows and happiness before the emotions are deciphered by others.”

“Hush,” retorted the ink. “Keep steady, or I may spill.” “Let the wary thoughts flow on the white sheets for it's time to help the jittery heart reclaim the lost rhythm.”

1 comment

  1. the thoughts and quill, they always struggle... Beautifully worded :)


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