Creativity

 

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Let me take you to the creative lane,
A place which is made of thoughts.
Hours of work along with happiness and pain,
Glorifying the artists who dwells on those spots.

A sketch wall built from scratch,
By the artist who visions and draws.
Everything you see is a perfect match,
Of a time which is forever at pause.

A dance alley where music surrounds,
Allowing the artists to express.
Every step is synced with the sounds,
To escape from the chaos, the stress.

A quiet garden, full of trees,
With leaves inked in thoughts.
Allows the writers to pass the keys,
To worlds that exists amidst plots.

A lake so calm and musically pure,
With singers singing their hearts.
The water there can help if not cure,
A place where every journey starts.

And finally a theatre near the lake,
Where an actor hides in plain sight.
So many hours of practice and re-takes,
It takes before the enchantment falls right.

They do what they do not for anyone,
But for the one that matter the most.
An artist sails in search of fun,
That hides in finding the lost.


~ A fellow Artist

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