My muse took wing
and drifted off
a feather in
the wind
And since I couldn't
follow that, my
inspiration
thinned
But since she flew,
I've never missed
her whispers
in my ear
Because her whispers
from before
are all
that I can hear
Her every whisper
lodged within my heart,
so she's still here.
and drifted off
a feather in
the wind
And since I couldn't
follow that, my
inspiration
thinned
But since she flew,
I've never missed
her whispers
in my ear
Because her whispers
from before
are all
that I can hear
Her every whisper
lodged within my heart,
so she's still here.
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