Creation
What is this feeling?
The paintbrush touching the canvas,
Pencil hitting paper,
Hands molding masterpieces?
Stroke after stroke-
The flow of inspiration
Of your heart and your soul
Creating worlds out of nothing.
Escape this reality
With worlds of fantasy
Let your light,
Let your darkness
Become your muse.
Create with no restraint
For that is-
The feeling of creation
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