"Migration" Painting by Eddie Schrieffer
Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse # 128
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The poet lights the light and fades away. But the light goes
on and on. ~Emily Dickinson
Poetry does not always plead nor pull
sometimes it is stoic like the moon
yet still frivolous and soft like butterflies
it braves the weather of war and change
yet endures the loneliness of an unopened book
timeless it floats on the oxygen of souls
never ending on the last poignant line
yet those that hold it close to their heart
take it with them with their dying breath.
