The touch of a pen and a bottle of ink,
I write things that come to me as I think
My mind is of many colors,
My heart of many sorrows,
Yet it never stops beating to the next morrows
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Enigma
Flowers and poetry. The appreciation of life, Mother Earth's caress, and artful imagery. The highlight of blo...
