Creation of Imagination
An open computer, a ticking clock;
Fingers typing, words appering.
What was blank a moment ago
fills with a world never seen before.
People are born, discoveries are made,
from your mind to a million more.
Our deepest thoughts are revailed,
in a closed room without any doors,
nor window,
nor chair,
just you and the paper.
Alone, yet together,
creating something this world
has never seen before.
Fingers typing, words appering.
What was blank a moment ago
fills with a world never seen before.
People are born, discoveries are made,
from your mind to a million more.
Our deepest thoughts are revailed,
in a closed room without any doors,
nor window,
nor chair,
just you and the paper.
Alone, yet together,
creating something this world
has never seen before.
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