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Though born of literature’s grace,
A literary soul, I cannot claim.
Listening to the whispers of my heart,
I scribble for joy for they give voice to my thoughts.
In mortal hands, an immortal art,
My writings are an inseparable part.
I love them as they help to see what lies beneath,
Opening my mind, they give me a reason to breathe.
Though complexities sometimes cloud my days,
But I cherish every moment as life’s hurdles may rise, yet passion stays.
At times my heart tells my ears that the mind is chained,
But who on this earth can extinguish the eternal flame?
To those who seek to steal my light,
I urge not to take my breath away,
As I am born to emit rays and write.
I often visualise and love to dream,
As in every moment I find my theme.
Time is precious but limited on this earth
So I must fuel my passion
Before I am burnt to ashes.
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