Born we are to live and tell
Our faces, canvas for days to come
Each line a stroke where will dwell
Remains of stories, secret to none
How can one hide time's passing?
Some play along with Mr. Dollar!
Life relentlessly drawing
Defies the will of all erasers
On and on her creating
Is fueled by strong human emotions
Hopes, desires, our thinking...
Sources true of her inspiration!
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Love,
Sylvie
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