Hour 3, Poem 4

A blank wall is all I need
To let my imagination run wild
To conjure up images
Human yet divine
To come up with colour palettes
Somber yet bright
To tell a story
Dead yet alive.

A blank wall is all you need
To let your voice be heard
To create a symphony
Known yet unheard
To bring to life a tale
Of everyone yet none
To write a poem
For all yet just one.

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