My heart misses a beat
Fluttering of Butterflies in me
Silence creeps in
Its not just series of words,
Nor its just splashes of colors
I just weave my inspiration, emotion,
Desire, dreams, and faiths
With unconditional energy and love
There my body and spirit merges to be one
Crafting my brain immersed in ecstasy of creation
I relish the soft movements of spirit in my womb
Creativity is not just my passion
A reason of my true existence
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