Ink flows through my veins
Rushes the heart
inspires the mind
urging my thoughts
to pulsate the words I print...
This journal would be blank
if the ink were to dry up
the muse would die
as would the
grace of expression
that pulsates through poetry.


I believe we need to be open, honest and willing to share, that is what keeps us going when everything seems dark. 




You are the muse's muse!! 




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