Virtuous Voices
I was cocooned in cares under
a juniper tree;
My spirit swung briskly into
a stormy sea,
The blast and billows rolled into
my serene soul,
I had to pen a priceless piece
to make me whole.
As I rushed to find a release
in my room,
I found my muse in the petals
of morning bloom.
As the sunlight sweetly snugged
the scary scars,
I penned a priceless piece for
the morning stars.
The tough teardrops that fell
were the ink
with which my hands drew
a luminous link...
Between my grave challenges and
my cheap choice.
The result was a priceless piece full
of virtuous voices.
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