Emily Dawn

Muse - Poem by Emily Dawn

Colors fade.
The sun sets.
The waxing moon
The tides recede.
Fire becomes ash.
Pleasure becomes pain.
And we retreat,
to start again
With Fresh paint
A New muse
Wet ink
And a
Blank page.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 5, 2013

Poem Edited: Tuesday, August 6, 2013

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