Who is your muse? Mine is an angel that sits on my shoulder and whispers sweet nothings in my ear.
I am a 11:11 angel, ...I pray to be this celestial artisan...
that my soul be sprinkled with passionate thoughts of God's love, when I'm tired, let their angelic wings fan me with healing energetic breezes, light my eyes with the lamps from God, so I can see what is right or wrong, and bless me with "celestial" knowing, wit, wryness, color and an angelic sense of timing, and let my optimism fall like seeds to the moist warm ground to take root in the footsteps of others.
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