THINE MELODY OF MUSE:
We write the tunes when the muse come out
we run along, aloud we shout.
we simmer down, we cry for more
All in hopes to find their rhyme
Their tunes desired, yet hard to sing
the lovely chimes, of olden dreams.
We all go down, yet hard to find
the secrets viens of gold inside
Inspiration doth burn, while i rest in her palm.
and from her lips i sing her song,
and from her song i see her glory.
Touched on the brow by the melody of muse.........
(SEBO)
- never say your poetry's bad or you wiill insult the muses...