The call from my creative Self
is whispered in the day
and shouted in the darkest night,
so there is no mistake,
and I cannot ignore the cry,
nor damp the fires of art,
which burn, blaze and simmer
through everything I am.
is whispered in the day
and shouted in the darkest night,
so there is no mistake,
and I cannot ignore the cry,
nor damp the fires of art,
which burn, blaze and simmer
through everything I am.
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