Muse Poem by Emily Dawn

Muse



Colors fade.
Flowers
Disintegrate.
The sun sets.
The waxing moon
Wanes.
The tides recede.
Fire becomes ash.
Pleasure becomes pain.
And we retreat,
to start again
With Fresh paint
A New muse
Wet ink
And a
Blank page.

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