drop of ink,
on a
white paper crease
folded,
forms different patterns
each time
an uncertain surprise,
fascinating
to my six year old mind
sunday afternoon
tongue sticking out
chubby fingers at work
fountain pen,
open bottle
one clumsy act
and ink
ran across
spilling all over.
blotting paper
on the table
slowly absorbs.
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2 comments:
wah ustad wah
you got talent babes
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