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The Muse

Updated on March 16, 2011

The Muse


Cold hands touch my thoughts

Awakened is a brand new day

Suspended dewdrops meet my eyes,

Gravity does not come my way


I’m soaring, do you realize?

I’m painting in the sky,

Translucent colors, vertical horizons,

It’s more than meets the eye


My day is filled with beauty,

One that only I can see

My zenith is only as real

As the muse that works for me


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    • bonnebartron profile image

      bonnebartron 6 years ago from never one place for too long

      Gravity IS such a bummer..

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      gis_r07 6 years ago from Boston, MA


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      Brian Loewer 5 years ago from Portland, Oregon

      Awesome poem. I love the perspective!

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      gis_r07 5 years ago from Boston, MA

      Thank you LVidoni5. I enjoy your amazing poetry as well.

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