Written for the contest " how my first poem was born" sponsored by JCB Brul
misplaced in moonlight my muse lay mute and inkless~ venting in darkness like mourning mists crawling through sleepless stars before sunrise but between silence and twisted tunes of twilight I found silver runes carved with mismatched metaphors~ healing hymns amidst blurred lines…
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