A creator while
creating undergoes pains akin to a pregnant woman
As she creates, her mind ablaze with thought,
Her body heavy, weighed down by every line
and wrought.
Like a pregnant mother, she carries within
her breast
A growing work of art, that she must nurture
and bless.
Each brush stroke, each note, a labor of love
so true,
Bringing forth life from nothing, as her
passion anew.
She feels the weight of every word, every
phrase so grand,
A burden shared by few, in this wondrous
land.
Her thoughts entwined with every color,
shape, and hue,
She gives birth to beauty, for all to see
anew.
And when at last her masterpiece is complete,
She holds it close, like a child born to
sweet retreat.
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