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[revolutionroses]

It is here I may create
Not with my hands but with my mind
Ideas come like the ocean
Powerful ,there and gone again
A seashell washed upon the shore
Only to be taken away from sight but still there
Somewhere.
Somethings are only a pretty shell
Hiding the creature inside
Like notes on a page
Just there until someone plays it
To find the real beauty inside.