Awakened Muse
my muse
springs awake
from slumber;
in overdrive
at the crack of dawn.
my mind's eye
wide open;
my imagination,
a bird spreading
it's elephantine wingspan,
taking dizzying flight.
poetic inspirations
are breadcrumbs
scattering
here and there.
my ink-filled pen
gracefully skates
across a blank page;
a poem was born
with a faint gust of wind.
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