Tuesday, 17 April 2012


There in a small decorated muse
with little houses which reside in it
There in that fairy road it is often rumored
that the three muses live

One with a talent for music, the other for art, and the last for literature
Some say it is only a folklore tale others say it is the truth
One claims, ‘I have caught their essence in a jar which glows at night.’
Others say that just the glance of their eyes makes their gardens beautiful

Everybody is puzzled by their appearance
Some say that their beauty is Godly
The specter that haunts is, ‘They with their untold tales and their unopened gifts, yet now everything of the world.’

They transcend the brilliance of a painting
They paint the houses at night and light the lamps
Like ghosts around the streets they chariot. 

By Elena Kokonova

Its a very simple poem with a simple idea. I really loved writing it I hope you enjoy reading it. 

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