Unbridled Musing
A few tears have smudged the script.
To the chiseled thoughts that ran encrypt.
The origin of the legend is unknown.
Rise up, silent relics from your own
To a magical decor, the syllables drift.
as sleeping birds continue to sing a gift.
I'm musing over pastel periwinkle tears.
A tune that will never leave our ears
An upbeat reworking, laced with delight.
Moves the heart-rending epic by night.
Written: June 04, 2023
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