THE MUSE

 The poet sits lost in pondering

thought, the muse standing

bare-bosomed her hands

spread wide, imparting

in unseen words what

will find seed in those

thoughts, flower on

the paper the quill pen

touches, still unmoving.

29.01.2025

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