a poet's muse

Posted by Robert Anderson On Thursday, April 28, 2011 0 comments


I write to the night that avails me
By my pen, so my muse does fate in my words
Depth, that derives from my essence
Haunting me deep as my restlessness stirs.

Posted by Robert Anderson at Thursday, April 28, 2011
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