Wake Of A Muse Poem by soren Barrett

Wake Of A Muse

Black or blank drop or sea
Invisible, blind I can't see
Empty water from a dried up hole
Diamond turns burning coal
Flaming clouds become smoke
Burnt poems time to choke
Flowing soot of dreams
In tear lines streams
Buried Phoenix ash
Raising in resurected trash

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