Saturday with the Muse

The muse kept me up past midnight. We finally settled on two verses…

they never listened
to the wind…always
following after every
loud noise in this world
some say that’s why
they still wander

beneath the cool forest
cover, shadows play
like fingers of light
dancing in the mist


Magnetic Poetry Online

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