The art.

Embrace the Pause

In the twilight of tomorrow’s light,
Where thoughts unsure weave through the night,
We look from pits, feeling small,
Not knowing how we’ll start at all.

The art, it whispers, soft and low,
A secret only brush strokes know,
Yet in that space of hope and fearing,
Curiosity flickers, flashing, peering.

For in the next breath lies a chance,
A silent whisper, a daring dance.
And though the incomparable horizon attends a bend,
Embrace the pause as inspiration’s friend.

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