A Moonlight Epiphany
The moonlight rises,
Illuminating my creativity.
I gain a new breath of life,
To foster my productivity.
I shuffle through my cards,
Looking for a solution,
Until I finally achieve,
My moonlight resolution.
For many years now,
I have worked on my tricks,
Perfecting my magic,
To fool my skeptics.
But now I have done,
What I hadn't before:
Created an original trick,
I have grown to adore.
I now learn not from others,
But from deep within me,
A unique sense of invention,
This trick allowed me to see.
And as the moon fades,
I fall into a sleep,
But this new realization,
I will forever keep.
While others sought rest,
My brain churned with design.
I generated irreplaceable creativity,
Under the brilliant moonshine.
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