My Muse, you cry
forsaken and breathless
I welcome tears
So I will greet them with a kiss
A poet beating love and rosy into your cheeks
singing a lullaby
so pretty eyes heavy
Sleep, love
a thousand silent smiles born before skies awake
{Prompt: Make a poem using this http://www.shadowpoetry.com/magnet.html}
Copyright: September 20, 2013
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- 27 years old, language enthusiast.
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