slowly and softly the ink bled from your veins
the soft black liquid delicately canvased each and every grain of paper
your hand moved so swiftly, so carelessly
you were in your own world, a world that condensed into who you are
that world is the one i strive to see most
YOU ARE READING
a simpler collection
Poetrya collection of my favorite poems from my book "delicate thoughts from a delicate mind"
