The Realm of MusesA Poem by Michael X...Like Dante and Beatrice, we drink from an ancient bottle sweet poetry,the finest of priceless wines, to celebrate nine legendary muses who bruise the hearts of poets with gently played harp music. The heartfelt pain of memories from a future life are streaming from the top of my brain, all the way down to the tip of my forged tongue. I am going to be a poet one of these days. To drink from a sky of crystal that is so beautiful, moonlight off the glass rim creates a flash of light that is so sharp, the sparkle cuts the universe in half. © 2016 Michael XFeatured Review
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