Unrehearsed
Once head and heart merge
Our creative urge
In jest
Chooses to emerge
As soul’s muse upsurge
To test
Whether we diverge
Or still do converge
Then rest
It’s time we confessed
That our zeal and zest
Innate
Is because we’re blessed
And our fears addressed
Abate
No load on our chest
We rise to the crest
Create
Tomorrow’s too late
Why for should we wait
To rise
Heart is heaven’s gate
Where bliss beats gyrate
Fear dies
Call it luck or fate
Freedom is soul’s state
We prize
14-March-2023
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