The blank page before me,
once a daunting expanse,
eager for its first ink.
Amidst the clutter of thoughts,
a clear voice rose,
the first muse of my opus.
In the quiet glow of dawn,
my pen danced its first promise.
Beneath a sky inked with twilight
With trembling hands,
I carved my soul into the page.
From the silence,
a single word emerged,
bold and unafraid.
It began with that word,
timid and soft,
like a newborn kitten,
growing bolder with each stroke.
Under the watchful eyes of the moon,
my pen sparked to life.
From the chaos,
a single line stood firm.
That first line,
a tentative step into a vast unknown
The words flowed like a long-awaited rain
There, at the edge of uncertainty,
my first verse found its breath.
As the first words spilled out,
shy and curious, I met my truest self.
With ink as my witness,
I birthed the first verse
of my new world, my life.
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