I haven't written much of late
My muse has had to isolate
Her whispered wisdom absent from my ears
It hurts each time I strain to think
Her beaming smile and sultry wink
The words she'd use to softly dry my tears
Why leave me during such dark times
The flowing verse and snappy rhymes
She gifted me now Nestle in the past
My empty rhythm's lacking soul
Leaving a gaping unfilled hole
One filled by spells that only she could cast
So if indeed she has moved on
The gift removed the magic gone
My gratitude will never truly end
I'll sit in silence every night
Tune in with all my mustered might
To any message she may choose to send
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peto (
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She is always with you, you just have to be patient 🌹
Ah patience, that virtue I don't have much time for
Thanks Teddy
Always a pleasure to see you
Well try you don't have a choice dear peto make the Scots proud 🦚
I doubt this is the end, our friend.
Ah
Cheers man
I really appreciate that
This is something I can very well relate to, such a beautiful read.
Thank you o
Apologies for late reply
Truly appreciate you reading and taking time to comment
That’s alright Peto, you’re very much welcome
I know I'm not your muse but such words touch the heart, so sorry I wasn't online for this one too. "the gift removed the magic gone"---never! You have such a gift and I, as always, look forward to more poems...
Thank you Christina
You have quite the gift yourself
Many thanks
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