《When Fireflies Diminish | Poetry》19 | My Muse

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Aureate threads upon her shoulders fall.

Cerise lips curl as azure-like eyes shine,

She was the muse that inspired my heart,

Made me speak in flowery words

Yearning for her hand's touch.

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