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Healed

Just when all muses were muted
And my pen ceased to sing tribute

Just when worries made a camp with me
And my heart seems disturbed within

Just when catastrophes cast a trophy on my mind
And my soul ceased to glow

Just then, the heavens changed the scene
And the sky was darkened

To release her tears on Mother Earth
Making nature drink to stupor

And from this wine my soul drank
And life was restored into my soul making me whole

Now, my ink overflows and my pen glows
For the sky’s tears make me whole

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