Monday, April 30, 2007

a muse,
merely.
of things unattainable,
yet forcing fantasy.
a perfect fit,
a castle of mist,
tip-tapping raindrops on the face of hope.
awakening its slumber.
passion renewed.
strong swaying with gentle whispers,
yet only to be admired awhile.
as rain dispenses smoke.
she remains,
merely,
a muse.

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