The Dream Drawing Poem by Amy Marie

The Dream Drawing



Chipper and childlike
I graciously grow.

A flourishing flower
A cherished charm

Creativity pencils me personally.
Marveling and meditating on me –

She pours life to me to
Grant me the color I crave.

In me Creativity has seen Childhood's death and
Throughout me she has witnessed Age's revival.

What am I?
I am a dream drawing.

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Amy Marie

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