I began as a single letter that grew into a word.
Like a picture upon the canvas, I began to emerge.
The word that I was, that began as a thought,
Has grown to much more, filling pages with visions—
Creative dreams of inspirations, my passion –

In the delicately woven fabric of this imagery in words,
Words that seem now defiant, as they frolic and merge.
So suddenly, now they transform at a glance.

To speak of true passion, feelings of love and romance,
Of beauty incomparable to the first light of dawn,
Or the starlight glowing gently in the night skies above.

In time and its passing, I have grown with the seasons,
Like wine that tastes better, when it's properly vintaged.
I am Voice, I am Thought. I Live and I See.
I live now as the echo of the one who created me.

As he lived his  life—he allowed me his dreams.
To speak of all things, as he placed them inside of me.
As he was created, in turn, so was I. In the voice,
That he was; of his memories .. Am I.

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