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.