"It's a different kind of conversation...in your blue room..."
the man recalls
those pretty walls
whose climb was oh so steep
the climb for care
turned passion's flare
and graced a muse to keep
the man did free
the breath of he
whose words within did flow
his gift to live
a love to give
for muse he'd come to know
to rest inside
what's more abide
and calm her through the storm
above her keep
he comes to speak
this breath that keeps her warm
~Moses Apollo
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