Sitting in the DarkIt leaves her empty,silent streak of tearsthat messed up the ink in blotches...and every curve, every spot,is now an emotion of its own, but far..She wrote, then cried,all she had to say for the day,and now she's hollowdead until tomorrow,just sitting in the dark.Silence builds the walls around...she cried, but that also diedsome time agoand all the rattles, and all the missed notes of her soul,are now gone quiet, exhausted in the shadows.Light may be, somewhere far,but it doesn't reaches her tonight,nor the soft tingle of happiness,as she's wrapped in stone...Sitting in the dark, she's alone,away, far away from the dan
But it is the coolest stamp I've ever seen, indeed!
Very nice job!