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The Muses
It is the trinket of a snowflake,
A crystal raindrop ― pristine,
The voice of eternities past;
These enchantments of my dreams,
It's open and secured,
A simple complexity,
It is the voice of the treasured poet
That lives inside of me.
A crystal raindrop ― pristine,
The voice of eternities past;
These enchantments of my dreams,
It's open and secured,
A simple complexity,
It is the voice of the treasured poet
That lives inside of me.
Published 2nd Jan 2014
| Edited 3rd Jan 2014
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3rd Jan 2014 7:40am
beautifully versed ode to the spirit inside that brings us these gifts...
3rd Jan 2014 1:40pm
3rd Jan 2014 9:07pm
