The poet deep in contemplating
thought, his muse holding
a mirror in her hands, reflecting,
encouraging, spurring what
germinates in his mind, but
poet, bring up your gaze,
see your inspiring muse,
bring her into your whirling,
forming words, let her merge
with your inner self and unite
on the scrape of your pen
on the virgin paper.
29.01.2025
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