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Dance of the Muse

Dancing in the creation of the creator

Overwhelmed was the muse

created out of nowhere…

Happy to be inked,

To be of some use.

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Twirling on different lips

Bubbling with love sublime,

Like essence, it rose,

With the sparkle of cosmos, 

The muse did chime.

In ecstasy, it went from heart to heart

Finding a new home in books

Read with fondness

Dancing with the cosmos

It rejoiced in every nook.

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Dynamo

Written by Shirstee Singh

One part of the cosmos!

PP Pioneer

Grand son.

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