A Muse
A poet without a muse,
Like a bird without a song.
Just when I figured there was nothing left to lose,
The words no longer where they belong.
In the back of my mind
Now reside the melodies so sweet,
Locked away 'til once again I find,
The muse that made my heart beat.
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