Morning Muse

Each fall is nothing more than a strength exercise to help one learn to fly.

After all only birds are meant to get it right on the first try.

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Morning Muse

Heavy clouds often come our way

A moment can be a lasting misery

A new days sword pierces with hopeful rays

Misery is then only a memory

Less we forget

Then once again filled with regret

Heavy clouds often come our way…

It might seem

Burning bridges is easy

Starts with a strike and a breeze

It’s warm and rewarding to know

You were the one who told them no

Let them go

Flames fade away

Smoldering ashes catch the breeze of a new day

Filling your mind with vandalizing vapors

of what if . . .