Gratifying at once,
delicious and nectar sweet.
The aroma of a rose at dawn,
deep ruddy hues sprawled
over a vast magenta sky.
Cool, wet sand tingles my toes,
as I stroll along
that beach of imagination.
A collage of verbs,
of scintillating adjectives,
etched onto the canvas.
A body shaped by imagination,
bathed and scented
with oils of inspiration.
If only the prose could breathe!
If I could only give it a soul!
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