Even when
the world grows cold
and everyone
turns their back on her,
she never once stop;
digging her heels
into the ground,
she kept going,
plowing through the dirt,
she ignored the aches
her heart so deeply felt,
the scars of abandonment,
she buried them away —
even in the darkest hour
of the night,
she knew,
that the morning will come
and that was magic,
her magic —
one she conjured
all by herself,
within herself.
And I believe that this same magic lies within each and every one of us.
Unleash it, embrace it.
Ladies and gentlemen, here we are —
The Wild Muse, #08.
Love, Min
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