Listen To My Whisper
Gee, there’s a beautiful muse
And it is there… in my head
Sometimes, it is in my heart
It is always there
And, it whirlwinds
Within me
I let it flutter down
Like a yellow butterfly, nestling
On my candle-shaped finger
With a silver quill
It was written, now it's a poem
To behold, forever
I wow myself
Like I used to do, when I was 7
And I am so pleased
To be here, as a whisperer---
Cheerfully, whispering unto thee
The beauty, my aging brain sees
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