This feeling—
it is no stranger.
It is no safety,
nor is it any danger.
When it knocks at my door,
I do not hesitate
before I let it in,
willingly—no debate.
Either over a cup
of coffee or tea,
or juice, or water—
whatever it may please.
Good old friend,
since old times,
meeting now and again,
inspiring more rhymes.
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Author:
Mya H. (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
A wonderful write about a muse that comes for tea or whatever. I am intrigued by the rhyme and the flow that work together well. Nicely done
That's a lovely write that has a good feel as you read it, enjoyed the read
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