POEM: The Muse
Morning, harbor bathed in glow
Boats bob, the ripples flow, reflecting gold
Behind me clouds dark fill the sky
My journey starts, a tear wet eye
Richness all around to see
Day born moment wakes in me
Bag clatter echoes from the cobbled stone
Seagulls screeching heard alone
Jellyfish pulse in the cold wet blue
A whispered word deep in my ear
My muse awakes with a laugh clear call
Reach out touch embrace this call
Then smile
Set it free that’s all.
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