When I smeared ink on my paper 📜 Art and Photography 🖌️ Spoken Word and Poetry
I write with my pen expressions, symbols with ink blots.
Its colors are luminous, bright, wonderful and lustrous.
I don't care about the accuracy of its drawing, but rather its meaning and secret.
I paint the wilderness, and in it I find myself at peace.
Content with the most beautiful expressions of the ink of my pens.
Good morning and all happiness friend 😊🌺