Come Muses
Muses, Come!
The poetess sits in deep despair.
Ah, Muses come, she cries!
Caress my tear drenched hair.
So that to my vacuous head
be brought.
Sunshine and mystical,loving
thought.
Panagiota Romios
3/3/2019
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