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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic

Dedicated to a friend, my muse. Wish you were here, but I'm glad to have the memories.

I hope time passes slowly,

That this euphoria takes its time and lingers a while

Before being submerged back into the insecurities, the doubts

Clouded by darkness and negativity.


I long for this bliss

Where my soul is at peace

And my troubles are frivolous at best

Nothing to impede all of the love I have for you,

For my friends,

For this world

A mind cleansed before the dawn

A warmth seeming to ripple from my very body

My eyes witnessing a transcendence into another reality

The vividness is blinding

But the love, the peace,

It's intoxicating.


And when it's time for it to fade,

Perhaps my mind will be renewed

And I will breathe again the fresh air

Before it becomes stale from indifference.

Submitted: May 14, 2019

© Copyright 2021 Sara Battaglia. All rights reserved.

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Derina Peng

Lovely written! It is great to have a friend who is a muse and can write with you or inspire you. I had that kind of euphoria experience too, really intoxicating.

Wed, May 15th, 2019 3:13pm


Indeed it is! When that kind of inspiration hits, it's exhilarating. You know that person has changed your life for the better, and it's a great feeling to not feel alone in this world. Thank you again for reading!

Thu, May 16th, 2019 6:09am

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