Black Ink

Poem By Lee Ann Schaffer

I take my pen
And outline each of the stains
My tears left on the paper

And I think

How could any words
I would write
More perfectly express
My profound sadness

Than these small gray spiders.

Comments about Black Ink

I am ensnared in the poem, most simply, black ink is a gem of quality.
great write, nothing speaks louder than the stain of a tear. good job.

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