London · Poetry

Muse


The eyes
gazed at the solemness
and lent her a smile;

The reflections

shimmered in the ripples

and grasped her hand;

The memories
played from an endless reel
and eased her mind;

The love
seeped like musical notes
and mesmerized her heart;

The realisation

dawned like an early sun

and she stumbled upon her truth;

The muse

had just breathed into her

and unveiled her soul

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