Ink Drips

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Photo by Dana

Ink drips on another silent night
Caressing the vellum as if it were his skin
Scent of passion teases her whim

Mountain air stirs his mind, burns his dreams
Roots buried deep beg for her rain
Both restless as nothing is as it seems

When sun rises in the bleary morn
Will their hearts still remain torn?

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