Sunday, August 25, 2019

Amber inkstains

Poetic droplets,
swirling, twirling in goblets,
like vintage traces
sensually alluring,
psychically exalting.


The amber inkstains, 
randomly spilled on splash-screens, 
mesmerizing words.


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