Poetic Musings

Frustration As “God’s Creation”

It is vexing to have such potential, yet to be reliant upon a man to take command.

Like an exquisite violin, I am dependent upon skill of the musician for my beauty to recommend.

An instrument cannot play itself, though it thrums and knows its measure.

Fie at being needful when only lust fills the land!

(Title has multiple meanings.)

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