Gone Muse
My muse has gone away.
Leaving me to say:
I miss her whispered touch
On what had meant so much;
I miss her kiss of proof
On what I thought was truth;
But, most of all I miss
How she healed blame with bliss.
Copyright © Jerrell Jones | Year Posted 2016
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