Creativity is a little girl,
diamonds from head to toe,
long sweeping hair,
she's an heiress.
She lies on a bed of stars,
sleep in a sky of tales,
and awakes to the shining sun.
She comes from the depths of the sea,
where great souls dream,
and imagination breathes.
Spinning in circles,
she falls upon clouds,
dancing her way through a castle.
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I really like this poem. It's easy to visualize a small dancing girl sleeping on a bed of dreams. I especially like the third stanza, it is so poetic.
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