Wednesday Whispers

Poetry

Moonlight Muse

by Serena Mossgraves

As the moonlight illuminates

the world around me,

that is when my muse awakens.

Though the whole world

is closing its eyes,

and I find myself wanting

to settle in weak and weary…

    the muse is insistent

          I pickup the pen

            and bleed again .

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