I mused
If I could coax that brush
To stroke that canvas
Into wild abandon
With a million colours
Or maybe just one
I would never lay it to rest.
If I could create melodies
I would play those chords
Until the beats ran dry
Or burst with the depth of my soul.
The realisation descended then
I can create magic with words
And yet there stands my pen
Gathering dust.
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