The Inky Raindrops Of Calligraphy Comments

I feel like a reveler on a boardwalk who has, for laughs, poked his head through a curtained stall to make some meaningless joke, and found myself face to face with something unexpectedly beautiful. Such is the charm of PoemHunter, combing through stacks of thrift-store merchandise and exclaiming here and there, Hey, look at what I found! Thank you for this delightful work of verbal calligraphy. I shall look forward to further browsing in your remarkable stall.