Writing is a photograph. With a few lines of light, I engrave the paper.
Apart from those moments, I live in a thick cloud of darkness.
The light of writings is a reality woven with black ink.
The light of the writings speaks of darkness.
Depending on whether we focus our eye on the ink or the paper, we will cross the field of Beauty or the paths of darkness.
Those who empty themselves along the blank pages
Contemplate the white sheet, without marring it with ink and letters.
The blank page, before the letters emerge,
What was the page like before first letters arose in your mind?
©FJ March 2024
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The marks are meaningless, without the voids between, and the canvass of nothing.
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LIke Notes and Silence, you mean ?
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I could have some fun answering that one. Are you a void???
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lovely words penned💕
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Thank you Cindy…
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