Muse

Muse

A Poem by PandaPeaceful

There he was,

A brush in hand,

A palette in the other,

A vision in sight,

And I, his muse,

Moving I mustn't be,

Still, I must be,

For my beauty was

undoubtedly of a

degraded Mona Lisa,

For my skin, was that

of a lesser Aphrodite,

And a mind, surely,

of a woman-

Mustn't worry,

men learn once

cows fly.

© 2019 PandaPeaceful


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Intriguing write, very beautiful piece, left me in awe😊

Posted 2 Years Ago



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