The art of creation

The art of creation
leaves room for confusion
but lacks no admiration
And love-struck, I sit
smiling and singing along
as you strum those strings
and lose yourself in expression

you write of complexities
and sing of simplicities
bobbing that half-hairless head
from side to side
maybe not changing the world
but at least letting it know
how you feel

at least letting it know
how you feel...

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