Love Thy Muse!

It was moonrise,

I sat by my bedside,

The muse invites,

to show me its side,

Well! I briefly sigh,

mumbling to decide,

This! should I write,

or, shouldn’t I write,

The mind scares,

but how will it look like,

A judgment arise,

to the inspiration that arrives,

The heart opens,

…, be gentle and kind.



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