The Whispering Muse
Sorry, the writer is not the poet
The poet is the silent voice creeping
And whispering like wind
To the lonely soul of the writer
The writer might be encumbered
By culture, religion and family
But the soul of a poet is free
It lives beyond the matrix of this beings
It taps from beyond our mundane reality
It...
The poet is the silent voice creeping
And whispering like wind
To the lonely soul of the writer
The writer might be encumbered
By culture, religion and family
But the soul of a poet is free
It lives beyond the matrix of this beings
It taps from beyond our mundane reality
It...