Creativity comes in whispers..
I grab them hastily,
Holding them in my head,
making them tranquile.
Ive done the impossible
With the swift of a wrist
I fit the pieces
That didnt exist
Ive put the pieces together
Those dear pieces I sought
And created a masterpiece
From a flighty thought.


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