Muse Had Gone
A pallet of dying beauty unable
A muse of sullen clouds grey
A winter wrath broken and decaying
And a poetic word I cannot say
From down the Western hillside dreary
Cold water dart and run amuck
Where refuge is gone and breath reeling
Where death consumes a dreamers love
Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2023
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