Heaven's Muse Comments

Heaven’s muse induced upon my impressionistic soul led me through the woods flavored by the grace of birch trees and aspen, where a golden day-light’s embrace, hidden within an early morning place, inaugurated within the garden of my echoing soul, as the crisp coolness of a light nor-easterly breeze enlivens my waking spirit.

Dawn rises by a thinly veiled splendor of illuminating sunshine, over-lapping with narrow than wide reflections from Wisdom’s prismatic variegation of freshly laid morning dew; nurturing, upon a towering moorland of a cloud-capped savanna and verdant grasses that thoughtfully reach to tenderly kiss the heavens.
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