Sonnet 29 I Muse Poem by Francisco Luis Arroyave Tabares

With magic, music and with love I muse
With deep azure that keeps the heaven still 2
Treasures that are in each valley and hill
And with that peace all time people refuse...

I muse in raining that dry land can use
In science that is not meant to kill
In fish whether from sea or a small rill 7
And in pleasures that sometimes we abuse...

I muse in bread for the people starving
In balsams for the pains of humamity
And smiles for those that are never smiling...
I muse in toys for children, poetry
Royal taste and angels who, each morning 13
Will give each one alone some company.
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to muse= to think deeply and at length, to meditate.
2-.Azores= the blue color of the sky.2-.heaven= firmament.
7-.rill= a little brook.13-.Royal taste= beauty and exellence.