Musings #4

Dear Muse,

You owe me a journal
Loads of love

Forever your poet


In the midst of my racing thoughts

I find you

Like a haven of tranquility

Steady and intoxicating


lunchtime… and I’m craving to taste you


If we ever met, would it diffuse the magic I feel?
Or would it become even more magical?

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