Ink flows onto the page; From brimming mind To bold words, With no stops in between. Not hindered by heart, Or thought, Or limb; Only pure essence Poured out. Black ink on snowy page.
Linked by the miles that separate, Together though never met, Sharing in one thing together, Through isolation connect. Divisions turned to joining, Variety found the same, Through mutual journey taken, Know unity in pain.
Commonplace Poetry 