Creation

The scratching of a pen

The turning of pages

Contemplative whispers

Imagination churning

Creating new worlds

Creating new sounds

Creating new everything

Hope can be found

We have not

The power of Angels

Try as we might

To replicate it

Building up dreams

Building a home

Building from fire

Ash and smoke

The scratching of a pen

The turning of pages

Contemplative whispers

Imagination...

~Everlasting~

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