Moss
You borrowed your clothes from the natural forest,
Much like a rock weaves them with moss.
We have borrowed our lives,
Much like we borrow from music.
The Muse departs,
And we cannot see you!
The Muse remains,
And we behold you!
As if, when the moss of the rock vanishes,
It reveals its bare skin.
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