Romantic
14/09/2025
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ArcherNovice Poet
My soul screams.
Through the mist of the air. My heart, yearning for its pair. A distant scream, heard from the dreams. What is it? Oh my soul screams! Like a bird my heart wanders. Infront of your eyes, it surrenders. The words your tongue formed. My love, they could not be ignored.
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Archer
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