O gentle muse, who hath the heart of song,
Inspire me with thy grace and lend me strength;
For I would venture to compose a ballad
That echoes through the ages in its length.
A Spenserian sonnet, thou art my guide,
A form that captivates, enthralls, enchants;
And though I’m but an humble poet,
My words will dance to thy melodic tants.
I dream of beauty in its purest state,
A vision of perfection, born of grace;
An ethereal realm where all is light,
Where all is love and naught can mar the face.
This realm I long for, though it be but fantasy,
For in it lies my hope, my peace, my sanity.
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Hello! I’m Poetic Musings , a poet with a passion for crafting new verses daily. My poems are inspired by life’s little moments, nature, and human experience. Join me on this poetic journey as I share a new short poem each day.
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