Absent Muse
Surroundings uninspiring—
lost in a mind’s abyss,
Euterpe distraught and limp.
Notes tumbled from her flute
too soft to echo, too lame
to provoke a response.
Only when sought her sisters’ help.
could she play a song
worthy of memory.
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