Creativity
A river that flows silently from one’s psyche
Fragile, tenuous, abiding
I sigh like a thirsty traveller reaching an oasis at dusk
A sailor welcomed into the bosom of a secure shore
I search unceasingly for meaning and words
Marvel at creativity waiting to be tapped
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