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Empty sheet a blank canvas
and a wall hanging a screen arras
listen to me—share your journey
why didn't you earn to draft a guernsey? 

Igniting the flame
                           as a spark
                           ace me that 
                               initial           
                                word

starting with 
                  embryonic muse
roots grow
              first rhyme 
                         blooms
                                sonnet 
                   maze forms
             moment 
embraced 
         breathing life onto canvas
with poetic words

sprinkle 
      spawn 
             stopple 
                  sizably
    
                                              like 
                                           pregnant
                                          forebearer
                                      As the day nears
                                       It's time to soar 
                                           above the 
                                             wanton
                                               muse

as dreams capture 
          pure emotion
if aurora rituals 
        in the sky above

         monitor 
               muse 
                     mild 
                          muster, and 
                                   materialize

Imbue in a surreal calmness
as we peer to a unique standpoint
staggering shades of the world in this era
no longer hampered by our skills

                                                            we forget 
                                                      well-trodden 
                                                 ways of the 
                                    widespread

we stand still
thrust by our 
artistic urge
we embroider 
a word in our 
daily tapestry
let's roam where
muses roam free
past bounds of our 
intended identity
In this expansive 
sphere of creativity

we create
                 we art &
                           we question

free from societal 
                        constraints
by our souls
                     we discover beauty
In the depths 
                     of our dreams
that we learn its 
                      actual meaning

                                                                                  rise over 
                                                                      routine & 
                                                            prosaic
                                                     crafting 
                                                world of 
                                           whimsical
                                      wonder                
                              on wings

                discovering 
                  dynamic 
                  domains

each brushstroke—each word we write
spice our dreams bestow them smite
we imprint our ideas on white paper
joining dots—not molding scraper

                                    endless potential
                                    world awaits with open arms~
                                    blank canvas beckons

as we walk—our view shifts
deleting clamor, skepticism stumbles
this creation path gives us a voice
unknown paths reveal our options

 in this sacred space
                  we find solace
                                      grace
                                          sense of embrace.
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