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Ryan’s Writing

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—Inspiration—

Inspiration, a bird in flight,
The most beautiful thing in the sky’s great light.
Its wings are woven of dreams and fire,
A fleeting touch of boundless desire.

It soars where the clouds embrace the sun,
A dance of wonder, a race never won.
You reach, you chase, you stretch your hand,
But it slips like smoke, like grains of sand.

To cage it would be a sorrowful sin,
For its freedom is where its beauty begins.
No bars could hold its radiant flare,
No tether could bind what’s meant for the air.

It dives through the winds, it lifts the heart,
A fleeting muse, a creator’s start.
It whispers of songs, of words untold,
Of colors that shimmer, of stories bold.

Sometimes it circles, just out of sight,
Hovering close, then lost in flight.
But oh, when it lands, even for a breath,
It fills the soul and defies all death.

Inspiration, that bird of grace,
It shapes the world with its fleeting trace.
And though it’s hard to catch or keep,
Its beauty lingers, boundless and deep.

So let it fly, let it roam so high,
The most beautiful thing in the open sky.
For its magic is found in its wild, free ways—
A gift of the heavens, a fleeting blaze.

Always with Love,
Ryan

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