A wound is best left alone
By the healers of soul and bone
For when a wound closes
The wound, it loses
Whatever made it one
An empty glass is best left alone
A thrower of light at the unknown
For when filled to the brim
The glass, it loses
Whatever made it one.
A muse is best left alone
Amongst the water and the Sun
An explanation, if the artist chooses
The muse, she loses
Whatever made her one.
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