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Muse

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Many a daydream

Entertains

My mind.

And I dream and I dream and i wake,

And I dream and I dream and i live.

And in all this many a muse enters my heart.

Swiftly the hours pass

Yet lovely thoughts,

When they consume me

Capture my affection

Diverting my attention.

Time does slow and all I know

Is myself left wandering

In creation.

The heart does love much upon the realization it is

Free and limitless to do as it pleases.

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This dusty radio sits by the window.

Sunlight through blind slits highlights

Particles;

A slow dance of sorts.

It does not work now though,

Soundless.

I hear the memories of music and slow conversations,

Laughter and tears.

Residual smoke scent and I cough.

I try to turn it on again,

Click, click, hope.

I put a plant on top of it now.

New life supported by

Ghosts.

She does look beautiful.

Still silent.