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Pen touches paper
Thoughts become words
Fantastic visions
Seen but not heard
Worlds made of colors
Splashes of light
Places of dreaming
For an inner sight
Imaginary people
A storybook nation
The crafting of wonders
The act of creation
Hate fades from memory
Life holds its breath
Love is awakened
From a temporal death
Worries lose meaning
Troubles expire
For a brief moment
Passions once more catch fire
Leaving the body
The spirit takes flight
To dance with the shadows
That appear in the night.
From
Valerie's Library.