Muse lays back and mutters to itself.
I am not privy to this conversation
until sometime later, perhaps.
If I am attentive, Muse may whisper to me.
Once.
I can capture the words if my pen is ready,
otherwise I lose them forever.
Peace follows solitude
Muse lays back and mutters to itself.
I am not privy to this conversation
until sometime later, perhaps.
If I am attentive, Muse may whisper to me.
Once.
I can capture the words if my pen is ready,
otherwise I lose them forever.