Spill

The barrel filled with ink spill on the sheet Pulsate in joy dance to heartbeat They dry up quick but not before Sealing on paper all heart’s outpour. Some are dark some pretty faced Some orderly some badly messed They fiercely battle none would be less To touch your mind and find there a place. Knowing too well impress they must The fractional time for which they last Freeze it chill or warm it hot Smiles, tears, emotions, what not, Doing it all the best way they can Before fading out in their brief lifespan. The barrel is full spilling on the sheet Day in and out in ceaseless beat Knocking time again on your door Pleading you to listen to the heart’s outpour.