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Poem Details
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| Title: | "My Special Muse" |
| Author: | Ngoc Nguyen |
| Date Submitted: | 1/4/2018 |
| Email: | ngoc.m.nguyen@cox.net |
| Poem: |
I can hear my muse weep and sigh; I just listen and don't ask why. Her touch feels like a burning fire and it's forever there to inspire; she visits me in the cool of the morn by the brooks where I was born. There she reveals her magic powers where I await amidst the leafy bowers; there I repose by the babbling brooks beyond the hamlet and ruined rooks and write all day for my special Muse; for if I write she will never refuse to be my muse till I am dead, when my poems will be well-read.... |