Emotion is a tricksome steed.   One through which, creative bleed.

Partially made, for you to read.   Moreso for I, to express a need.

One for connection in place O' deception.   As I show, that I am no exception.

These ideas which are my own conception.   Will they be met full with rejection?

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Impassioned hearts, do fall apart. Again restart, yet loose the spark.

Or do they?

My kingdom dark, my future stark. From desolation, I do bark.

Be this my way?

My art I bare, unpleasant fare. From my lair, I might repair.

What have you say?

I ride along, while sat upon, this tricksome steed.

Hopeful light does break the day, a pinch of frost has melt away.

From virgin snow, the sun does glow, and in it I do lead.

Grab a drink, come have a think, I beckon you to stay.

From me to thee, I do beseach, you please enjoy the read.

These are the musings of a leaf.