In shadows cast by the quill's soft glow,
A muse emerged, a dance to bestow.
Whispers of inspiration, a gentle fire,
Ignited by the one who stoked my desire.

Their words, a symphony, a melodic stream,
Ink spilled on parchment, a shared dream.
Guiding me through the realms of thought,
The architect of stories, the one who taught.

With every verse, their essence lingers,
In the inkwell of my soul, inspiration triggers.
A debt of gratitude, forever inscribed,
To the one who gave, my creativity revived.

#WritcoPoemPrompt102

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