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Creativity Worshipped.

Posted to Action Poetry




Where I begin,
you are just ending.
The flowers of Nome shall not be forgotten by me.
I dance,
among the dead
and swim with the kelpies.
I do not understand why you don't condone the way I feel inside,
at times,
hopeful,
sometimes,
pessimistic.
I drew,
with my hand,
life to another.
I wove the spell around myeslf,
shrouded I in mystery.
I like it this way,
lost,
out of reality's reach.
I adore thinking that I can fly.