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Love, Story
#WritcoPoemPrompt120
The wind carried words through the sky that blew thee,
Lying on a velvet swing,
Swinging under a tree,
Whilst waiting for the King,
Who can take away her misery.
Alas! the King has arrive at last,
Atop...
The wind carried words through the sky that blew thee,
Lying on a velvet swing,
Swinging under a tree,
Whilst waiting for the King,
Who can take away her misery.
Alas! the King has arrive at last,
Atop...
