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Holly Jun 2013
I lost my imagination.
I looked everywhere;
that picture I didn't finish,
the painting I did yesterday,
all the stories I've ever written.
I found it in that drawing,
I thought so much about.
Holly Jun 2013
Who am I

I'm not my name,
I'm not my face,
I'm not my height, weight or race.
I'm not my age,
I'm not my date of birth,
I'm not yet resting, beneath the earth.

I'm the words of a song,
I'm the twinkle of an eye,
I'm hidden beneath the crinkled pages of a book,
if you take the time, you'll find me, just look.
I'm the warmth,
I'm the light,
I'm a silhouette beneath the starry sky
on a dark, cold, winter night.

I'm an infinite dream, drifting through life.

— The End —