Ink.
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Sandra Feldman
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Ink
The link.
That makes poetry
Become real.
On the whiteness
Of a page,
Before empty
Part of your
Heart, Life
And thoughts
Appears.
Ink,
The ribbon of
The typewriter,
Borrowed from pen,
Gave the writer
Faster motion
Than paper and pen,
And now on the computer
The ink of your thoughts
Continues to be,
The means, that a poem
Is read,
Over and over, again!
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