“The Kiss of the Muse” by Paul Cezanne
I Hear Your Wings
I hear you there
Behind me
Whispers of air
Ruffling papers on my desk
I wished you here
To help me
My mind is empty, dear
Your kiss will fill my soul
I cannot see you sing
But you are there
I hear your wings
And I welcome your presence
Always
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