V Visions begin to fill my head,
A About the way you move on stage,
N Not unlike my pen upon page,
I Inviting you where you are led.
S So, my inspiration is fed,
H Having my pen properly gauged,
A Allowing passion to be waged,
D Dancing around what can be said.
A All creativity is born
I In the deepest part of the heart.
L Love and sacrifice are both worn
E Every time influence starts.
Y Yet, art and expression are sworn
S Secrets, striving to play their parts.
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