Ode to my muses
If I could freeze a time it would be now
my soul awakens like the clear sweet song of a baby magpie
my happiness, joy, fulfillment I liken to the melodious tune of a bardic lyre
my three muses caress the strings of my being
so that my soul resonates and the worth of my life is trebled
but fear lurks for the bard is equally apt at portraying tragedy
and the fates of man can turn on the head of a pin
but for now I will draw deep
for my well is full
my cup runneth over
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