http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=7330888481130710086#editor/target=post;postID=9131948889328437893My hand glides across an empty canvass
Dripping in scarlet hues, my pen smoothly gildes
Filling the empty spaces and crevices
With words from where inspiration abides.
My heart, like a somnambulist lies
In dreams, trapped within the muse's lair
In lucid revaries, its spirit flies
Like a bird gliding through the air.
I hear the steady rhythm of my heart
Dancing to the tune of a forgotten nymph
Entranced by the beat I take part
In the dance of creativity and triumph.
I write as inspiration takes the lead.....
My masterpiece I hope young and old will read.
© Mary Aris, All rights reserved.
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