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It's all for you
son of Zeus and Leto
I am your muse
You woke up
a sleeping volcano
to bathe
in hot lava,
red hot passions,
happiness and misery
for your pleasure

God of poetry
through the clouds
look with a smile
for your inspiration
is in me
It's so cruel
It's so sweet
to conclude eternity
in an instant ...
And die
in a hot stream
of words
so that you
can get pleasure

Tie my eyes with a
white silk ribbon,
Take my hands
and lead me
Along bridges
and canals,
through a field
with tulips
Along the water,
above it,
up to the clouds
in a flurry of
beautiful words

Take me to
the pine trees
and rocks,
Where the horizon
is always
so dazzlingly clear,
Where peace will
meet us,
where no one will
find us,
Where golden rays
caress the bowstring
of rainbows ...
Inspiring words

Lay me gently
in the tall grass,
Weave scarlet poppies
in my hair ...
Bend over me
flutter of wings
over the crystal
reflection of
beautiful words

Blindfold me,
lift me in your arms,
Take me to this
invented paradise,
Lay me gently
among the flowers,
Stay and
don't disappear
anymore ...

Your muse
Written by KristinaX
Author's Note
This is dedicated to all of those who have given suggestions, helped me grow, and provided encouragement. You have made me better. Thank you! An attempt at being poetic. :)
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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