Y?
Yes, so many muses, lovely and bright-
so how come you learn not from them?
There is really no better muse to read
than written from the heart of a poet.
When you seek of my own lips for you
seem to follow me, day by day, ‘til we
unknowingly, kiss the end of hour. Why
not give your self a chance, to feel how
good it is to hold hand in hand, sealed
with love and passion. Ah, let my muses
speak!
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