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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