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In silent hours, our inner art takes flight
Society shouts, yet silence hides the gold within
A spring of beauty flows, concealed in silent light
How can we break the chains that bind the soul of our art?
A secret song lies veiled, awaiting day from night
Dream of a world where melodies dance with the wind
To every hand that labors, crafting wrong to right
We’ll shatter silence of society’s black coffin
And carve its wood to sing with art’s immortal might.
Ash Nov 2020
Lemon. You sit over there, under your tree.
And all I can do— is love you.
To me, that’s scary.
I’ve never felt this way, about anyone
But something about you, makes me think we could be
Something.
I don’t know how likely it is, but— I at least want to see
What we could be like— just us two.
Together... that sounds nice to me.
A magic9 based on some of my OCs
Ash Oct 2020
What is the color blue?
Is it simply the color of royalty?
Or is it the color that bonds me to you?
Your skin, my blood, and the crown,
All share the hue.
Perhaps it’s just a strange thing our people believe—
The most common skin tone, is the royal color too.
Perhaps it’s more than you and me,
Perhaps we will always belittle yet worship the color blue.
A Magic 9 written from the perspective of one of my original characters. (the same character from Sestina of the Fairy Prince)

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