Cocooned in heart

cocooned-in-heart

Thoughts, not allowing birth of

until my muse offers light

arouses my soul to write.

 

Oh, rustling of leaves

comfort a need

to hear something real

but only my muse

can set free deepest sound

raking my back.

 

This night, long it may be

but my muse is here, breathing

life into me

so these thoughts indeed, now

can be set free.

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