In the quiet womb of imagination's realm,
Where whispers of inspiration overwhelm,
I weave threads of dreams with delicate art,
Crafting worlds from the depths of my heart.
With each stroke of pen or brush's grace,
I breathe life into the empty space,
Colors swirl, melodies unfurl,
Creation's dance, a cosmic swirl.
From the void, stories bloom and a grow,
Characters breathe, their tales aglow,
In the alchemy of thought and fire's glow,
I shape realities, both high and low.
I find solace, a sacred place,
Where imagination knows no bound,
And beauty in chaos is found.
About the Creator
Isra
Versatile writer skilled in both tale & stories. Captivate readers with engaging content & immersive narratives. Passionate about informing, inspiring, & entertaining through words.
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