Muse
We search for it from tunes
oozing out from a violin;
the divine beauty of a clearly, night sky;
the yolk-like appearance of the setting sun…..
The adventure that we poets get into,
is akin to that of searching for the Holy Grail;
exhausting our energy, sanity, and peace,
until we get it.
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