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The flow of creation through a mind Rapidly descending to trembling fingertips Flowing through pencil, pastels , and charcoals Leaving a mark of its existence Staining the innocence of white mediums Forever leaving its profound presence It begs for attention It wants the world to gape in awe of its unique beauty It comes in different shapes and forms Like a two faced angel She waves her wings across the face of many And blesses them with her gift She whispers her secrets into the ears of the unknowing And prompts them to speak her words Only the willing except her knowledge And twist her words into their own. They speak the tr