Poem: Magic Place

I am in that strange and magical place where my muse comes alive.

In that never-ending space where anything and everything can happen.

That beautiful place where my imagination thrives.

 

Where words seem to pour from my fingers with grace.

Oh, how I love this majestic place where anything can happen.

The connection flows with ease; the words come to me like a pleasant breeze.

Aw, this is where I always want to be having my muse talk to me.

Content  by Brenda Marie Fluharty ©2021 all rights reserved


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