True Existence True Existence

My heart misses a beat

Fluttering of Butterflies in me

Silence creeps in

Its not just series of words,

Nor its just splashes of colors

I just weave my inspiration, emotion,

Desire, dreams, and faiths

With unconditional energy and love

There my body and spirit merges to be one

Crafting my brain immersed in ecstasy of creation

I relish the soft movements of spirit in my womb

Creativity is not just my passion A reason of my true existence

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