I dip the quill of intention into a font of temptation.
I write pretty words on a blank page
To watch them all get sullied.
I draw the ink of inspiration from well of Russian toska.
I write boleros on a cluttered page
.watch ink smudge and fade.
The Muse that moves me still eludes me
And I'll chase her dragon ever more.
Jan 8, 2025
Jan 8, 2025 at 7:23 AM UTC
I dip the quill of intention into a font of temptation.
I write pretty words on a blank page
To watch them all get sullied.
I draw the ink of inspiration from well of Russian toska.
I write boleros on a cluttered page
.watch ink smudge and fade.
The Muse that moves me still eludes me
And I'll chase her dragon ever more.