![]() Blue MuseA Poem by Beren
A whistling wind from the North blows into my face
leaves a blue frozen kiss mark on my body Everywhere I look, there are signs telling me I'm on the right path Every poem I read writes me a new Holy Book and tells me I have found the God I need I am leaving the old religions that I believed showing my love is a sin And with the pearl rosary in my hand I pray to the moon to take me to the cold heaven I walk into the blue light where the voices of my muse echoes. At the end of the tunnel, I can see God is painting The Starry Night with the Blue Moon © 2025 BerenFeatured Review
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