The ecstasy of a sculptor shaping his dream,
A singer singing the song of his heart,
The joy of a painter filling hues into his vision,
A dancer blending with the dance as if they can never part...
A writer penning down his burning passion,
A baby etching a tearful smile on the face of the mother,
A poet lost in giving rhythm to his thoughts,
The emotions flooding the soul of two lovers...
Some of the most beautiful feelings are better unsaid
For their intensity ought to be lost
If in the quagmire of words they get caught
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