Every beat of my hand when writing, drives sighs In life, being an artist of the Word and wasting away my pen strokes of colors on white sheets that my soul sculpts. Writing is an art, it is history, it is a legacy, a living memory in the memory; there is no space for time to capture smiles. It's like a river that bathes me It plunges me so fast and it's where the real begins magic, a whole world of colors. © Dr. Maria Elena Ramirez Venezuela
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