Sometimes a question comes
Just a thought in passing
The Graces in it build on past memories
Readings of ancient lore
A child hiding from his life in books
It comes out of the unexpected
Grows a flower in the womb of reason
Mixed with soul filled emotions
So Illuminated it becomes Fruitful
In the Joy of creative
Expressions ..............
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