A~Muse~Ment
fluttering wings of the butterfly caress...
gently ascending upon the spirit of your free
warm
beautiful
soul
droplets of inspiration glimmering
upon the brow of your sweet glance and
running along my cheek like teardrops
from heavan
returning to the home I knew before
flowing with the tide in ways so distant
yet not forgotten
ways that bring me home to that place
that warms me that feels me that urges me
to life.
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