Ink Of Soul
Ink Of Soul
With the cold-blooded red ink.
I wrote some of the most living stories,
They included a mixture of two immortal soups.
Who at every step posts their love,
The paper was white with red words.
As I finished the story,
The ink began to talk! I meant it seriously.
It began to tell the mysteries of life,
The paper lost interest.
But my soul was already lost in it,
We heard the words of a true soul.
From an ink that was red as blood,
Cleansing off every dirt from the soul.