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Her eyes were unending pits,
Of determination and her wits.
Her heart thundering,
As chaos began unfurling.
Her armour did nothing but make her doubt,
Of her own prowess in a technical knockout.
Yet her fueled emotions concealed,
As the wind swept through the battlefield.
Her hair flew in waves, a flag of a nation
Of herself never giving in to temptation.
With her body full of scars,
Of her story in memoirs.
She raised her sword,
The leader of her golden horde
Of sheer will and bravery,
In all her crowning glory.
~your favourite waffle ✨
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So yeah.
How you doin'?
I posted yet another one of my poems, please comment so I can know your opinions and thoughts on this.
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ᴘᴏᴇᴍꜱ ʙʏ ᴀɴ ᴏᴠᴇʀᴛʜɪɴᴋᴇʀ
Poetry✧*。 "ᵀʰᵉˢᵉ ᵖᵒᵉᵐˢ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵃⁿ ᵃᶜᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᴬ ᵖʳᵒᶜˡᵃᵐᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᵗᵒ ʰᵉʳ ᵖᵃˢᵗ ˢᵉˡᶠ'ˢ ⁱⁿᵗᵒˣⁱᶜᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ ᴬ ᶠᵉᵉᵇˡᵉ ᵃᵗᵗᵉᵐᵖᵗ ᵃᵗ ˢᵉˡᶠ ʳᵉʰᵃᵇⁱˡⁱᵗᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ" °*✧
