‘I Am no Muse’
The white of the canvas
Is sheer transparent,
A guide to my soul,
In decade work’s practice.
To make an art piece
Which exhales my breath;
Relinquishing the friendships,
‘I Am no Muse’
The white of the canvas
Is sheer transparent,
A guide to my soul,
In decade work’s practice.
To make an art piece
Which exhales my breath;
Relinquishing the friendships, promises,
And all that it would make better.
The window panes also stammer
With every wind,
My wall hangs bland
With no reflection, just plain.
I don’t remember
The muse that I was;
Having forgotten
The obscure stares of
Raw passion and awe.
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