Pondering my muse .
When I’m weak,
I stride on ,to you my mountain peak,
When I’m sad ,
I sing the song to your heart that makes me glad,
And when life seems so blue,
Your the reason I know what to do,
Your aurora shines bright ,
Brighter than the darkest night,
Stronger than the brightest star,
And I know we can go far,
Your my sunshine and my
Rain ,
My cloudy skies my darkest days ,
Your my inspiration for many poems and verses,
Your the muse that flourishes .
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