𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗇 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌

Poem #32

How lucky is the pen

for it has papers to rely on and to release its ink.

And how unlucky am I—

shedding dark inked tears,

with nobody near.