Poems about life
by admin g
A black spot on a paper.
The spots began to spread and covered the entire paper.
The black stain started as a drip of ink.
It didn’t take long, everything had become a dirty stain on white paper.
Now how to remove the ink?
Can you do the cleaning on white paper?
It’s the same with this life.
So, there are times when everything that comes out of us, cannot be swallowed back.
Even if it was a mistake, it wouldn’t be able to return to its original position.
Everything we take as an action, there is a risk.
If it has already become dirty and stained, then what should be done?
We can only partially clean up like forgiving a mistake in the past, and don’t repeat it.
Maybe it will leave a “mark” in your life.
But, it’s better, and not as bad as it used to be.
Enjoy your life!
Enjoy your life! 
8 responses to “Ink”
What kind of paper what that 😅
LikeLiked by 1 person
This is just an illustration of the ink on the paper. The illustration is an image in the meaning of life. So don’t take it as a reality. Because this is like the meaning of “human life”. And thank you for coming ang reading poems! Hope you enjoy it 😉👍🏻
LikeLike
I got that, it was a rhetorical question. 😬
LikeLiked by 1 person
Yess that’s right 😉👍🏻
LikeLike
This holds true for myself as a writer. When I dip into a well of ink I consider it to be my heart as I form letters into words on parchment. It’s those feelings, a deep inner experience or thought that brings it to life. It’s the lessons learned or those I’m trying to work out. It’s the freedom you give yourself to be heard. Thank you for this 💕🕊💕
LikeLiked by 1 person
Yes… That’s right…Sometimes when I write I also think that way too. Thank you for coming and reading poems! Hope you will enjoy it😉👍🏻
LikeLiked by 1 person
My pleasure. I look forward to visiting you and sharing in the days to come 💕
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank youu in advice… It’s my pleasure too 🥰 I hope we can sharing each other
LikeLiked by 1 person