My muse

my muse

She, my light

offers my soul

depths and heights

unknown before.

She, my kaleidoscope

offers continuous hues

endlessly.

She, my jar of fireflies

sparkling like diamonds

on a moonless night

when stars know

they cannot compete.

She, my magic carpet

takes my soul on journeys

to her softness

each night.

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