°• BEING A WRITER •°
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Reading was a curiosity,
Inspiring with its diversity.
I was an ardent reader,
Unaware of what would trigger.
The process went on for eons,
Painting writer in me via crayons.
At one moment I saw an art,
Which encouraged me to craft.
Wherein I found a transformation,
Of that art into an artistic creation.
La! I was becoming a writer,
Picking thoughts from brain's drawer.
If not Pro but not a Woe,
Ideas would perpetually flow.
My jotting journey has a resfeber,
Although I'm a passionate scribbler.
Swaying in a gratifying swing,
My content mind readily sing.
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