Creativity


Creativity 
Echoed in the voice of youths
Running streams and thunder storms 
Roaring, like a fierce lion after its prey 
I'm Creative they speak, define.

Nursery rhymes, entertaining, advocating
Spelling out it's words so smoothly
Leaving zero stains for whatever it cares 
I'm Creative, unfolding, definitely,  I say.

Striking points removed duly replaced by...
Perhaps captivating lines, maybe Interesting rhythm oozing saliva, 
but cooling emotions 
I'm Creative, truth with rainbow colours yet revealed.

Pulling cottons, air-conditioning with inborn air
Reawakening hope, ticking anticlockwise 
Life revealing while exposing death 
Honouring, praising, and singing loud
I'm Creative, He knows and sees no bounds without sound.


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