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