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A canvas filled with fleeting hues
Where words and images aim to amuse
Yet without the souls to feel their weight
The spark fades fast the meaning late
An empty echo with nothing to choose.
Creation flows in endless streams
But what's its worth without shared dreams
If hearts remain untouched unknown
The craft exists for self alone
A hollow shell of fragile schemes.
The power lies not in the show
But in the seeds the message sows
To move to guide to light the way
For lives to shift for minds to sway
This is the truth all voices owe.
Without the influenced what's the gain
No footprints left no lasting chain
For art without a purpose clear
Will fade and fall and disappear
A fleeting note in empty rain.
So let the craft find roots that grow
In fertile hearts where meaning flows
For impact is the truest goal
To fill the void, to make souls whole
A creator’s purpose to truly show.
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