For Creative Spirits
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The artist hurls spears of light
As he soars over the abyss.
He refuses to submit
To dark forces forged by fear.
He longs to capture
The beating heart of the sun.
And return it to earth
In glints of silvery incandescence
The artist desires order
In a fractured world.
She explores the realms
Where dreams are woven.
She praises beauty
As fragile as angel's wings.
She searches for pearls
As perfect as the moon.
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