TWAIN SOULS OF BEAUTY
Once upon a time, there were two lone souls
with wasted time and bland moments fleeting;
find the blank pages, find them existing—
separately and momentarily lonely.
And in a blink of an eye, the twain souls will sail
the prosaic prologue of a poetic tale.
"The soul of mine granting all your wishes
to not break you like their past promises.
The soul of yours wandered beyond my eyes;
you see me and still remained at my side—
my most genuine, ever-loving ally."
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THE MUSE'S PAGES: dawn
PoetryThe other half of The Muse's Pages: dusk, a collection of self-written poetry about her muse.
