Mind, inhabited by ideas floating,
trying to find space in the world,
subtly the voice of the soul quoting.
The needle vividly touching the skin,
the ink soaking sharply,
making an illustration of what is within.
Heart beating through the creation.
Body and soul become one,
submissively yielding to the temptation.
Memories take a journey eternal.
The streams of black ink
internal unite with external.
For self-expression, this is a start.
That lucid state of mind
turns into a timeless piece of art.
Poetry of Living 
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