Our Heart
Our heart, a canvas upon which our life is painted... through the colors of love's lost, and found the colors of friends who have come, and gone. brush strokes of dark hues for pain and suffering, tinted with light strokes from laughter and friendship. m i x e d to form colors that paint a scene of what is our life... Now and then... Written January 11th, 2002 © on Sep 20 2002 06:33 PM PST, Deborah Wolz 0 • 10
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