Here is the place_____________.
Here is ____________________.
Where _________________ of Creation.
Here is _________.
Here is ______________
Where ____________ wish to live.
Here is ____________________.
Where _________________ of Creation.
Here is _________.
Here is ______________
Where ____________ wish to live.
And I turned it into this:
Here is the place where dreamers reside.
Where hidden beauty is released.
Where the truly great imagine the unimaginable secrets of Creation.
Here is the canvass of artists whose hands and mind are aren't steady enough for a brush.
Here is the war zone where the youth die young or the woman weeps alone with her guitar.
Here is the tranquil pool
Where those with restless souls wish to live
Where hidden beauty is released.
Where the truly great imagine the unimaginable secrets of Creation.
Here is the canvass of artists whose hands and mind are aren't steady enough for a brush.
Here is the war zone where the youth die young or the woman weeps alone with her guitar.
Here is the tranquil pool
Where those with restless souls wish to live
This poem left me completely breathless and thoughtless. It's so incredible just the way you wrote it just... GSAFDFGZDF. My favorite line is "Here is the canvas of artists whose hands and mind aren't steady enough for a brush. Here is the war zone where the youth die young or the woman weeps alone with her guitar" That line really made my heart stop. When I read it I imagined someone trying to paint but getting frustrated and ranting about it instead, and then a kid crying, and... JUST AWESOMENESS OKAY? I loovvveee it.
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