Some don’t believe in muses, but At dawn mine spins my heart. I don’t deserve such tenderness. Perhaps one day we’ll part. Then I will look upon the day, Pretend she wasn’t real, Pretend those fairy tales were false, Pretend I do not feel. Written for dVerse Quadrille #25 hosted by Björn.
via The Muse at Dawn — Poetry, Short Prose and Walking
beautifulbarbadosblog 