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Thoughts brush past
just like drafts of wind.
I close my eyes
to sift through its many hues and dyes.
To hold one still,
In the palm my hand
To colour it bright,
Like that rainbow not in sight.
I hold in that cry,
as my inspiration runs dry.
To write a tale of glory,
And run up that trail of victory.
To feel the strokes of [...]

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