My muse

My deepest thoughts

The strongest imagination

My utmost desires

My muse, my inspiration

Where art thou?…


I ask to the winds revolving mine mind

She´s gone out of thine sights, so it says

And sadness pours out of the plain sky

With no blue but gray shades overcasting

The memoirs of what is now gone

Gone with the light my eyes long to see


©Carlos di Paulo Zozaya

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