In the muse I suffer
Close a silent door on a life that is lived
Live this love in a groove state
Marry solitude to belonging
Selfless images caress the view
Blackness of ink settles on a new scribe
Dust softly blows sentiments of morrow
Round and round fingers entwine
Sparkle in fluid motion capture your eye
Marred in shadows cursed in blessings
Silver tongue reapers ply a trade
Exotic masquerades dance on the wing
As I rest and think on tomorrows beginnings
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