Saturday, August 25, 2012

Musings


Muse, you move me
With an inundation of words
Flowing out from within me.
I suppose,
As the saying goes
 “It never rains, yet it pours.”

I’d thank you for
Your inadvertent inspirations
Though it means I’m now dejected
As words, when written
Signify
My sorrowful admissions.

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