There is dried ink staining my fingers 

Intricate whorls of black, green and red

That come to be there after having left themselves marked in words generated by the thoughts in my head.

Simple, like myself, uncomplicated stains

Words drifting so simply 

As droplets of rain.

The world is a mystery I seek to explore

Full of bright souls, beauty I long to adore

So I sit here

At my desk

Dreaming as I may 

Sharing my words

To those who delight

In such simple word play

Thank you for reading

Dear reader so bold

Please, stick around 

Who knows what words and tales shall unfold 

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