Amuse Poem by mark anthony st. rose

To create sound is to be without me,
for death to truly exist I must cease to be.
What am I?

I am the silent wind of life infusing all,
I am the amusing muse before the fall.

I secretly embody indestructibility,
I change my clothes and call it mortality.

to me no harm can truly come,
for I have seen the setting of the eternal Sun,
and I 've seen it rise and fall on Infinity's throne,
tis was the same light that led me home.

What Am I?

I am the silent wind of life infusing all,
I am the amusing muse before the fall.

I whisper to the souls of meditating me,
I am the ink of inspiration that fills the poet's pen,
I am the boundless comforts of love that removes all fear,
I am the Spirit of Contentment that simple men hold dear.
%%% Still I am the conception that evades all defintions,
I stir the mystery that creates the original question.

yet I dwell in all hearts dancing to the beats to the rhythm of life,
and I will never leave your side like a faithful wife.

What Am I?

I am the silent wind of life infusing all,
I am the amusing muse before the fall.




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