Writing verses;
Words with no rhythm,
Poetry without form.

Painting pictures;
Colours with no hues,
Art without life.

Creating music;
Notes out of tune,
A song without melody.

Narrating a story;
Plots with no theme,
A tale without meaning.

Capturing images;
Photos with no depth,
A camera without memories.

Dancing to silence;
In circles with no grace,
A performance without charm.

Making love;
In darkness with no emotion,
An affair without romance.

Writing this now;
Words, not caring to rhyme,
wrapped in emptiness without soul.



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