Even silence hardly breathes.
Clouds lower their hulks
for angels to sing her grace.
Windows pray for gentleness
from light; crossing white sheets
light is the sadness.
P.S.: The Muse found me. Or I found her. Whichever.
#Prompt1: Write a poem depicting something ugly as beautiful, or something beautiful as ugly.
#Prompt2: Write a poem on the theme of resurrection.
from light; crossing white sheets
light is the sadness.
P.S.: The Muse found me. Or I found her. Whichever.
#Prompt1: Write a poem depicting something ugly as beautiful, or something beautiful as ugly.
#Prompt2: Write a poem on the theme of resurrection.
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