When the Muse Has Gone
For so, so long,when the Muse has gone,
My written songs,
no longer greet the morning dawn.
I wonder why!?
But I soon will rise,
like some dragon fly,
into the ointment of orange skies
with Hell's wingtips:
and force my shadow,
like an eclipse,
onto the pale-blue earth below!
Poetry by Ngoc Nguyen
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Written on 2026-03-08 at 20:27
Tags Muse Dragon Shadow
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