Age of Production
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You talked to me when someone threw a pebble around the grass.
The waves wandering there whispered shhhh…
I went into my subconscious sleep and lit the golden lamp of earth.
I found a pen lying there unarmed and unloaded
Many stories hath the pen mused over to come to me.
I, untouched by the earthly passions lay bare as the newly wed virgin,
Nothing spoilt me, neither their love nor anger.
Or was the tumblr of venom pouring from deceitful eyes present.
I covered myself in the good dirt flowing beside me to reach other souls,
I wandered to those words revealing, combined them
Creating the age of production,
a time when art meets life.
You talked to me when someone threw a pebble around the grass.
The waves wandering there whispered shhhh…
I went into my subconscious sleep and lit the golden lamp of earth.
I found a pen lying there unarmed and unloaded
Many stories hath the pen mused over to come to me.
I, untouched by the earthly passions lay bare as the newly wed virgin,
Nothing spoilt me, neither their love nor anger.
Or was the tumblr of venom pouring from deceitful eyes present.
I covered myself in the good dirt flowing beside me to reach other souls,
I wandered to those words revealing, combined them
Creating the age of production,
a time when art meets life.
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Your evocative words took me on a journey through the realms of introspection and creativity. The imagery you’ve painted, from the whispered waves to the untouched spirit, beautifully captures the essence of inspiration and artistic creation.truly amazing
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Complex yet beautifully woven words… Great piece of writing dear!!!!
Good one
Loved it ❤️