We see muse in pains
It takes us deep to the faculty of imagination
We find solace in misery
Cos, only then, the pen is brewed with emotional dirge.
Truly, frankly and candidly;
When we lose the muse from pain
Only then can we find the muse in purpose
Purpose preceeds pain
Find your muse for writing in purpose
Only then, can poetry lead.
We are poets
Imagination's best pet
Chryss
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