Taking It All Down
I cannot tell you of the muse;
It tells me all.
Not a voice.
Not a sound.
Not a sense.
Not a thing to sell.
There's just following,
Listening,
Taking it all down.
Copyright © Orma Sullivan | Year Posted 2007
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