A poem
Words are the threads we wield,
delicate filaments that shimmer and shine.
With them, we craft our writing,
poetry and prose, the fabric of language.
Each word, a singular strand,
gains power when interwoven with others.
Looping and linking, twisting and turning,
we construct our intricate designs.
Some words are rough-hewn and coarse,
sturdy as burlap, built to last.
Others, gossamer-fine, ephemeral as lace,
fragile under the lightest touch.
We select them with care,
considering texture and hue,
arranging them into patterns
that captivate the eye and stir the soul.
The true master crafters are those
who can magic the mundane
into the magnificent,
transforming simple strands into art.
With each stroke of the pen,
each click of the keyboard,
we cast our spells,
summoning whole worlds from thin air.
In the end, the worth of our work
is measured not by the words themselves,
but by the emotions they evoke,
the ideas they spark, the stories they tell.
For it is not the materials that matter most,
but the skill of the crafter,
the vision that guides the hand
as it weaves the words
into something extraordinary.
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