Ink Flow

 In the rhythm of creative spirit, I’ll always believe. Through the art of ink flows, my thoughts can become influential.

In the quiet of the night, 

with a pen in my hand,
I’m crafting my stories, 

making my stand.
Words flow like rivers, 

spilling from my creative spirit,
In this world of paper, 

I have so much to tell..

I’m overcoming doubts, 

convey emotions on the page view,
Turning tears to unknown flowing

breaking free from the ordinary mode.
With every line I weave, 

I’m finding my way to influence.
In the inspiration of my thoughts, 

I’ll continue to share much story tales.

Through the valleys of silence, 

I search for the gem of wisdom,
Finding hope in the shadows, 

where value shines brilliantly.
Every echo of voice I hear, 

every tear that I dropped off,
Becomes part of the unusual story,

the insight towards the future.

When the world feels heavy, 

and the view is unclear,
I’ll pour my worries out, 

let my vision steer.
With courage in my voice, 

I’ll pen down the truth,
In the ink of my ideas, 

I’ll reclaim my freedom.

So here’s to the journey, 

to the tales yet untold,
With every stroke of my pen, 

I’m articulating what I perceive.
In the rhythm of creative spirit, 

I’ll always believe,
Through the art of ink flows, 

my thoughts turn to be inspirational.

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