The Goblet
Muses heady impressions flowing
fires a torch of creative passions.
Wine and sweet music evokes lovely
unheard song of extreme imagery.
From the invisible goblet pours
into my brain rivers
of ideas.
Penned
by
my
poetic form.
Another series of
lines taken shape upon written page.
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