Thursday, August 11, 2011



the ink flows
as my mind goes
to and fro
through ebb and flow
I smile and laugh
and thoughts profess
the innermost workings
of this heart of prose
‘tis my lot I surmise
not really a surprise
for my pen is connected
to my souls inner vision
thus it has always been
that as my mind goes
the ink it flows
that my soul may speak
of visions deep
that I may be

~*~ Regina Ann

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