The Muse Named Red
Red: Passion blazing heat on full display.
Lips kiss soft, pleasant touch - inspire daze.
Painted heart box with silver tears, blurred haze.
Golden lights flashing white, signal the way,
The Sun calls inspiration to obey.
Cicling white strokes of a painters brush glaze
Blue waves blending land and sky... Music phase -
Ocean roars melodic tunes - muses play
Abstract rhythym, symphony of the sea.
Peace and calm - focus on the inner light.
Dancing sirens call, "Come poet, be free!"
Vision is lost when the Muse takes her flight.
Red captured ,she says, "A poet you be,"
"For now, until I flee - hold on - I bite."
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