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When she departs from my grace,
My palette dries in her wake,
Devoid of livelihood for now,
With dull words to fill my tray,
For now I paint a portrait,
With gray,

With no wings of my own,
I am yet to be grown,
For she alone floats me high,
She alone carries the brush;
Strokes colours unto the night,
Filling the empty artist with,
Her sweet kiss of silvery light.

So I lay now in wait,
Under rainbows left gray,
To taste the honey of her life,
Dripping like nectar from rose-soft lips,
Pressed tight as a clamp unto mine,
Breathing into me a laced love letter,
Sighed: To the artist; From: The divine.
This is why, for now, I am unable to write a good piece. When she leaves, I fall and fail .-. Feeling: uninspired
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TonightMyHeartAwakes Featured By Owner Jun 18, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
This is actually amazing. My muse is a girl that I am no longer with, but I still write about how much I love her, and how beautiful she is and so on and so forth because I want her to know how much I want her back. That's basically how she is still my muse despite everything
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QueenRarityLover Featured By Owner Jun 18, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I hope you and your lover do find a ways back to each other.
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TonightMyHeartAwakes Featured By Owner Jun 18, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I hope so too :)
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Zakemur Featured By Owner Jun 18, 2013
Is it me or everyone lost their muse...
A very nice poem!
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QueenRarityLover Featured By Owner Jun 18, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you, love. ♥ And it does seem that way. The imagination is very fickle, sadly.
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Zakemur Featured By Owner Jun 18, 2013
Thank you!
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LaDarkProphet Featured By Owner Jun 18, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
When art is crated it comes from the mind. And the mind is a fickle beast. As a writer i know the feeling of irritation from lack of imagination or a muse leaving as you call it. Sleep,good food,friends, family,music and even exercise can all lead to inspiration. The best medicine for a block is to live. Rest, relax or explore your world and see what is there. Your imagination will do the rest :) Good luck on your inner muse. By the way i don't think you need her anyway. Your writing is beautiful :)
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QueenRarityLover Featured By Owner Jun 18, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks, love. If it didn't rain so much in Virginia, I would nature walk more often, but rain is like my imagination. No one tells it where or when to go.
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LaDarkProphet Featured By Owner Jun 18, 2013  Hobbyist General Artist
Good analogy. Here in Washington it doesn't rain often enough. But when it does i go for long walks barefoot with no shirt on too feel the rain. Lol its my favorite type of weather :)
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QueenRarityLover Featured By Owner Jun 18, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
I love the aftermath of the storm when the weather feels not too cold or hot and there's still light breezes.
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