Maybe this is my Magnum Opus
Maybe it's a blooming flower
Glide my pen across the page
Who knew words could hold such power?
Who knew words could bring such feelings?
If I take my time then I'll soon find
The reason these words strengthen me so
As I write these words from in my mind
I can feel a smile creeping
And a crease in my eye
So for now I'll let this rush guide me
And let my thoughts flow free
As I compose my magnum opus
My true and final piece
But what if I don't end with this?
It would have been my greatest work
Yet, there's something else I feel inside my chest
I suppose it's the sense of
Liberating creativity
So now that I've this freeing feeling
I'll empty out all the thoughts inside me
Onto a fresh paper sheet
Click my pen once again
And begin my writing spree.
Nov 30, 2025
Nov 30, 2025 at 10:12 AM UTC
Maybe this is my Magnum Opus
Maybe it's a blooming flower
Glide my pen across the page
Who knew words could hold such power?
Who knew words could bring such feelings?
If I take my time then I'll soon find
The reason these words strengthen me so
As I write these words from in my mind
I can feel a smile creeping
And a crease in my eye
So for now I'll let this rush guide me
And let my thoughts flow free
As I compose my magnum opus
My true and final piece
But what if I don't end with this?
It would have been my greatest work
Yet, there's something else I feel inside my chest
I suppose it's the sense of
Liberating creativity
So now that I've this freeing feeling
I'll empty out all the thoughts inside me
Onto a fresh paper sheet
Click my pen once again
And begin my writing spree.
