A warm fire, a cool night; your lips on the tea cup. A savory liquid fills the soul like early morning light.
These years have been dark; despair an old friend. A fortitude beats yet inside – a muse that inspires, a desire to fight.
Fuel given, the fire builds. This tiny house a beacon, its radiance weakening winter’s grasp, a new creature emerges, a heart overcome with delight.
Keep at it, urges the muse. Your work known, your path defined; Cloaked in gold and purpose refined, go now, take hold of what you sought to find.
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Dig it, Cal. Always interesting to see the right brain of a programmer.
The imagery is amazing. On top of that you provide an excellent insight into overcoming obstacles, and letting your life radiate with the good which seeks to show in all of us. The line “a new creature emerges, a heart overcome with delight” is moving and inspiring. You provide excellent insight into trials and tribulations. Love it Calvin
Thank you for the comments = )