The Poet's Getaway
Comforting view of the calm sea,
A few stars twinkling,
The moon smiling enticingly at them.
Relaxing on a chaise longue,
In search of a muse I wait,
With a bait.
A muse so powerfully inspiring,
Patting the mind perpetually,
Using a perfect rhetoric,
Seducing it to inscribe words freely.
Inhibitions thrown away,
Pen spilling ink charmingly,
Alluring pages to be a part of immortality,
And dedicate their lives to poetry.
©songbriti
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