Ink made of charcoal ashes
I
s smeared across the parchment paper,
Leaving one letter with multiple meanings.
A
ll that remains
Is an ancient tradition and art
P
assed down generations,
Requiring the most delicate
O
f hands and mind.
Nervousness is it's downfall
A
s agility is it's strength.
Though small,
It protects stories, proverbs, and teachings
That still hold to this day.
And yet,
Many remain damaged or worn
From years of war and chaos.
We have lost history.
So we made an oath
To save these treasures
And to this day we protect and will protect them
Until the end of time.
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Poetrypoems (possibly stories) relating to art, which can range from painting to pottery to drawing and much more purpose is to evoke emotion i hope you enjoy reading it! feel free to comment suggestions, tips, or stories you want to hear about PLEASE NOT...
