PRISONER OF TIME 2 © 2008

In moments of anguish,

When the heart is heavy and distressed,

Creation, like an enchanted flame,

Rises to genius, in a shout.

It is in pain that the soul finds

A way to express itself,

Transforming suffering into art,

And despair into strength to create.

Genius is born from internal conflict,

From the turmoil that the mind cannot silence,

And in the shadows of eternal feeling,

The light of inspiration begins to shine.

Each anguish, a precious stone,

Polished by the fire of emotion,

And from the deepest, quietest pain,

Emerges the masterpiece, the fruit of creation.

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