My Muse
My Muse
he came to me in body form,
his presents was unknown,
to gift to me his creativity,
of verse, knowledge and love,
he became my one true focus,
my muse would often visit in my time of need,
he would often say,
to cry it was just me releasing the sad,
of built up emotions all humans had,
that tears wasn't my weakness,
it was what made me strong,
the knowledge of feelings,
in this created world,
was not wrong.
written by Davina Browne
on the 24/01/2015
Copyright © Davina Browne | Year Posted 2015
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