Not all poets are mortals
Some ink up north
Some ink down south
Some others ink around
the east and west
He that doesn't ink
has no ink in his blood
I belong to the birds that fly
I belong to the sea with waters
My ink faces the sky
In between the lines eternity lives
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I belong to the birds that fly! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.