Muse
You are my flame,
Too close, I am burned
Too far, I am chilled.
You are my song,
Sung in my bones
Rattling my nerves.
You are my heart,
unbidden, unwelcome.
Don’t come too close,
Do not leave me.
Muse
You are my flame,
Too close, I am burned
Too far, I am chilled.
You are my song,
Sung in my bones
Rattling my nerves.
You are my heart,
unbidden, unwelcome.
Don’t come too close,
Do not leave me.
Misty Ridge Musings 
You are among the few that understand this sort of thing. As always, beautifully expressed.
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This means a lot coming from you, Ed.
Thank you!
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A beautiful poem, Nadia.
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Thank you so much, Susan.
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The rhythmic flow of the words carry the poetic ideas deeply into the heartlands.
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Just spent some time rereading this. Such insight should be carved in stone.
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