The beauty of ink,
whenever I think,
letting a pen flow,
to let go.

Whatever is there,
who would care,
it just comes,
sometimes it stuns.

The ink, my expression,
in every poem session,
a little random, a little control,
the beauty comes at its own.

Every drop,
no need to stop.
Ink lead the way
whatever there may

A new creation,
a sensation?
A drop of ink,
A soul link.

Inspiration,
Variation,
full grip,
thin tip