My Muse
My muse
Quill and sheaves are my mates
My feelings and emotions refrain
Writing nourishes my soul and heart
In despair when torn apart.
Playing with words is my passion
My muse turns alphabets into jewels
I write about society and their woes
When tears flow and throat chokes.
When quiescent silence stretches in vast sky
I write my dreams in the lambent night
Where compassion and gratitude abide
Learning, growing, breathing to thrive.
Writing consoles, inspires and gives me freedom
To fly over mountains and valleys of imagination
Sharing and caring to make sense of life
My muse, precious to me I adore my "Me Time".
28/08/2024
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