Muse and Hues
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My mind wanders off into daydreams quite often.
Or are they just playing scenes I have forgotten?
I spent some time reading from various topics.
Taught musings around concern I have forgotten.
What I loathe and always hate is the crying wolf.
Still young to ponder on what could be forgotten.
Shades of burning amber and red fall to the ground.
Light caressing fresh touch scenes can't be forgotten.
A soundless rustle of leaves; wild inspiration.
How to reveal scenes so they are ne'er forgotten?
When I call to mind a bunny trapped in spotlights,
Hunter who catches broad ones is ne'er forgotten.
Natural muse, tranquility among lush trees.
The calm, swaying trees vowed not to be forgotten.
Oh, to return to my youth for only one night.
It was a scene, maybe ne'er to be forgotten.
3rd place contest winner
Written: January 03, 2023
My Muse Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Regina McIntosh
Copyright © Sotto Poet | Year Posted 2023
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