Oh Muse,
Birds with their beautiful voice,
inspire singers to continue with their legacy.
My inspiration comes from a deeper source,
from a place that I lived before I was born,
love, art, and life surrounded that place,
it was given a women, who fought death,
She lived to see her cocoons turn into butterflies.
In ancient times being a muse, inspired many
Today, after centuries of her birth
she is inspiring me, a lost traveler, to find my way
in this confusing and unknown world.
Oh muse, I should continue
with that legacy instilled in me.
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