5.11.2024
If poetry should not descend I will wait and not abuse The gifts received that I must rend Into a song and not accuse The beauty He has sent to me, The energy to write and live These gifts of simple poetry That spontaneously arrive. I receive them through the muse, These words that I must never lose.
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