Lines and curves upon the skin,
A tapestry of ink and dreams,
Each mark a tale, a life within,
Where art and soul weave at the seams.

Colors vibrant, bold, and deep,
A language silent, yet profound,
In shadows where secrets sleep,
In every hue, a voice is found.

Journeys marked in black and blue,
A labyrinth of heart and mind,
Through needle’s dance, stories grew,
A legacy, uniquely defined.

In sacred ink, the past resides,
A map of love, of loss, of light,
Beneath the surface, truth abides,
In every line, a soul ignites.