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The Poet's Wish
Always the poet, never the poem,
A silent whisper, left unknown.
With words like threads, I sew and weave,
Stories of love, of loss, I leave.
I paint the stars, yet fade like night,
A hidden shadow, soft as light.
My heart in...
A silent whisper, left unknown.
With words like threads, I sew and weave,
Stories of love, of loss, I leave.
I paint the stars, yet fade like night,
A hidden shadow, soft as light.
My heart in...
