She inspires!
Inspiration in the heart of men.
Creating thoughts
etched in earnest
by those who would whisper
in their souls
to her.
The muse as with lyre,
plays and sings again
without default
to those who have enlisted
her private secrets nearer.
To take hold
less fleeting as a blur,
she eludes and adjourns
the heart back to that place
where muses secrets are unrevealed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem