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Poet And
The Muse
Who knows how
Who knows when
She became his muse,
Perhaps the connection
Survives recollection
Either has or could
Ever understand,
Sometimes young
Sometimes old,
Who knows how
The paths are fused,
So close, so close,
So far, so far apart,
Who knows if
The legend`s true,
Should the muse
Become his lover,
The magic of the words
Will leave until another
Life and time.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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