Muse
A poem
Crumbled white paper balls speckled the meadow
Lost in thought, sat staring at my own shadow
Searching for a muse in rivers and mountains
In those shining stars and colorful fountains
All in vain
It drove me insane
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The gentle wind then made you sigh
Stroking your face as you held it high
Your eyes shone brighter than the summer evening
Their smiling gaze sent my emotions careening
It only took a breeze for me to recall
My muse is you, the parachute to my freefall.
Before you go, why don’t you give a boost to your serotonin with this beautiful poem by Alexandria Cooper?
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Love.
