The Muse

An intriguing mind, athwart distant avenues,
conquering her random flood of verses,
has wondorously become her eternal muse,
e'en though, she can fathom his mumbling curses,
But she is powerless, kneeling before the words,
her expressions unfurl, in most striking ways,
when the assumptions, uncertain and unheard,
Bemuse her, in an otherworldly maze,
She wonders if he's agonized,
for she's an incurable scribbler,
The rain of words, appear undevised
and she drowns into a poetic river,
again,
and over and over again......

(c) S.S


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