The sun’s twisted spires
warm all but those who
are huddled deep within
the solemn shadow’s grasp
even then some find solace
by the mere sight
of its golden glow,
muse for me is like the sun
once it rises it heals,
shining in all the right places,
fear and doubt huddle and squint,
nestled in their dark nooks,
rocking back and forth with stinging eyes
this great internal sunrise
brings such lasting Peace
and contentment that one
can no longer feel smothered by life
muse is the soul’s breath,
nothing more...nothing less.
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