My pen brings pain on paper
Yet it brings life to words
Seeking freedom in creation
An original draft
A draft where you reside
As summer to plunge
In the gloden veil
Of sun - to swim
In the clouds of monsoon
The paper is tempted
To fly to its rainbow
The seven colors of dusk
Until it can reach
The destination of Aurora
Come feed my inhibition, freedom, pain, and surrender. Usher me to breed creation for life, vision, and knowledge
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