Creation

In the quiet womb of imagination's realm,

Where whispers of inspiration overwhelm,

I weave threads of dreams with delicate art,

Crafting worlds from the depths of my heart.

With each stroke of pen or brush's grace,

I breathe life into the empty space,

Colors swirl, melodies unfurl,

Creation's dance, a cosmic swirl.

From the void, stories bloom and a grow,

Characters breathe, their tales aglow,

In the alchemy of thought and fire's glow,

I shape realities, both high and low.

I find solace, a sacred place,

Where imagination knows no bound,

And beauty in chaos is found.