With hands that shape and mold and form,
I bring my visions to life, to swarm.
From raw materials, I craft with care,
And watch as something new begins to share.
The joy of making, it never grows old,
In the process, I find my peace,
A sense of pride, my soul releases.
With every stitch, every stroke, every line,
I pour my heart, my soul, my mind.
I make to express, to create, to share,
To bring a smile, to show I care.
In the making, I find my happy place,
Where time stands still, and love takes its space.
About the Creator
Isra
Versatile writer skilled in both tale & stories. Captivate readers with engaging content & immersive narratives. Passionate about informing, inspiring, & entertaining through words.
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Comments (1)
Awww, this was so wonderful! Loved your poem!