Muse

She is a song,

On an out-of-tune piano,

And though I know,

That she is worng,

All she needs,

Is a bit of tuning,

And a bit of refining,

And then she can sound,

Exactly how,

She makes me feel.

 

And to me,

That is poetry.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
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