Sunday, November 24, 2019

FOR POETS LIKE ME.

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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