Letter to my dying spirit ,my muse
My dear muse,
Whole winter I saw you shivering in winter in tattered clothes .I tried numerous times to give you blanket of some warm words but you refused. Then I approached metaphors even they like migratory birds did not sit on the frozen branches of your thoughts .
I tried to ignite some fallen leaves of lexicons in the courtyard of your mind even they didn’t catch fire as if they were in /coma /lying beneath the guilt of living being dead.Do not make me a living corpse.You are my life.Wake up from deep slumber.Emotions have become like snowflakes forming crystals of tears in my eyes.
I do hope soon you’ll delve into the depth of frozen blue lake of my mind and together we shall float on the surface of poetry.
Love you loads ❤️