Muse
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She was my muse,
A Goddess,
One might even say one of nine.
She was beautiful in every way,
Still is, in fact - but beautiful in a sad, yet historic way
But it pains my heart,
The way hers is being polluted,
Loaded with harmful toxins of bitter words, violent actions and
Worst of all, destructive thoughts.
I never knew it would come to this, but surely it was inevitable
With all the hate, all the spite that has slowly but surely seeped into existence
Her once beautiful..mountainous..Verdant terrains are no longer blooming
Cyan skies no longer pure
Indigo seas no longer inviting
Mother Nature,
What has become of you?
You have been ruined
Yet you inspire me evermore.
My muse.
Copyright © Naomi Scheyerle | Year Posted 2016
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