Honey Muse
Vision Board Poems: Creativity
I hear my muse giggle from a cloud in the sky
she catches my eye with her sparkle as she swings from the sunrise.
Her lips brush my skin as she leans down from up high,
I smell the ghost of her passion amidst mine's demise.
Her hope tastes like frozen honey in the heat of July: sweet relief, pure, and constant, with no added lies.
Honeypie by JAWNY
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