In the realm of my dreams, a skill I yearn,
To wield with mastery, my heart in turn.
A skill to see the world with clearer eyes,
To pierce the veil, beyond the mundane skies.
The skill to weave words into magic spells,
To capture the essence, to ring the bells.
To paint pictures with language, bold and bright,
To ignite the soul, with shimmering light.
To craft melodies that dance and soar,
And touch the heart’s core.
To sculpt from clay, dreams that take flight,
And fill the world with wonder and delight.
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