Strolling through hazy woodland, a poet presses forward awaiting inspiration to strike “Will you accompany me tonight?” He inquires of Earth, walking on crunchy leaves, twigs snapping beneath his boots Such craves trigger rumbling rising from the woodland floor “My dear…” Her kiss plants his lips euphoric tongue sucking on his Vision strikes swirling into words arranged aligning a poet’s mind For a time... He writes and writes until she travels on with vanishing night refreshed in rich light A new day Another chance to venture forth again seeking his muse’s love and pure inspiration
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