Tianna - Language
Light fires in the hearts with open minds,
And see them burn with different hues or forms.
Note each effect you sculpted piece by piece;
Glean more clay types with open eyes and ears.
Unlived, a word is nothing – has no sense:
Admire how we find the soul of text.
Glove empty air with textiles that you like -
Elicit joy; your words your paint, your tool.

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