My Muse
It is of great use
How invisible thoughts loose
And get mind, soul and body fused
Till fear, agony and death cant be abused
My muse relates to all
It helps me stand so tall
With possibility I wish to install
For all pessimistic minds to aid its call
My muse is you
With whom my writing glue
Every theme pinpoint out of blue
To shine its radiance of light so true
My muse is me
Foaming up to be
The destined me for real
In life's own feat cum zeal
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