More beautiful than sunrise is she,
For her hand many a suitor plea,
Searching for her desperately throughout the land,
Her sly ways attempting in vain to understand
As she cunningly eludes capture, gaining the upper hand.
The kingpin for many a person's blues
She is, the extremely elusive muse.
Whilst watching children at play in the park,
Or walking the streets after dark,
Whilst taking a refreshing shower,
Whilst absorbing the beauty of a flower,
In the midst of the rush hour,
Most random of times and places she does choose
She is, the mysterious and coveted muse.
To receive her smile, you are blessed,
To your creative endeavours it adds zest,
The brush on canvas glides with finesse,
The pen deftly conjures and express,
From the keys the notes smoothly egress;
To add beauty to the world she does choose,
She is, the amazing muse.
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Sorry for the VERY late update but here is another poem of mine! ^_^ Its pretty old but its one of my best....will upload again very soon ;) =w=
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The Muse
PoetryAhh that wonderful moment when the fairies of creativity have mercy on us and gracefully inspire our dull minds! A poem that personifies that very elusive inspiration which everybody craves for...
