Sculpted pens ,
Walking in a disarray ;
Inky depth ,
Stalking my way .
Contrasting colours ,
Dripping in motion .
Tempting aroma ,
Faints the mind of emotions .
Marching left and right ,
Flips the delicate white sheets ;
Eyes screwed at the tip ,
Paints the thought so deep .
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