Penny for your thoughts, you ask of me, an invitation into depths unsealed. My mind's eye flashes a varied tapestry, of beauties intimate and those concealed. Shall I barter with copper's glinting hue these ponderings that dance without refrain? Sell short the musings born of dawn's debut, when purpled horizons beckon verse again?
A penny seems too paltry a fee to release the feathered fancies loosed within. For inside this breast lies poetry elixirs brewed from joy, from heartache's din. So here, let me repay inquiry's cost. Not with coin, but poems and truths tender wrought.