The Missing Muse


It is night and the moon is cold,
watching another love poem unfold.
For the poet has come around
but alas! His muse is nowhere to be found!

He turns back then and goes to bed
and dreams of verses left unsaid.

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Author: Aira Mallapre

Aira, a dreamer by day and crammer by night, has been singing out of tune since 1995.

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