Pic: Self
i am
just
ink
on
paper,
i leave
words
that tell
a story
in time,
it
could
be yours
it could
be mine,
in
the end
its all
a passing
tale,
what
it meant
and
what
it said,
not
worth
a dime
in history’s
page,
though
i am fated
to succumb
to an
eternal fate,
but
of what
mattered
i leave
a trail,
i maybe
just
ink
on
paper,
but
its you
that i
leave
on every page.
© vidursahdev 2019
