Touches of Emotional Creation

In whispered strokes of thought and flame, We paint the soul without a name. Each tear, each laugh, a revelation, Born from touches of creation.

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A glance becomes a poet's line, A sigh, the breath of the divine. In silence, loud with invitation, rise the touches of creation.

No sculptor carves what heart conceives, Yet still, the pulse in art believes. We bleed in colour, no negation, only touches of creation.

And when we're gone, the echo stays, In songs, in brush, in lover’s gaze. We live through love’s imagination, Purest touches of creation.

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