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Haunted by nightmares
no one ever escaped,
Hampered by norms
nipping on every escapade;
Heft broad nozzles
nab over everyone's enchantments.
Echoes screaming chanting voiceless
Elves sprinkling charms vaguely
Emptiness sprouts cursing vainly
Endless summers caressing vacuousness.
Yet the whelp winks at the sun's coming
Yelling bushes brushed
by winds that passes
Yapping luck lurking behind
clouds who was crying.
Untarnished promise plucking its strings
Untold stories spreading its wings
Tireless days will bloom on spring.
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𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐈: 𝑴𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈
Poetry𝐴 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑚 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑠 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑔𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒. 𝐌𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 :𝑎 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑎𝑡ℎ 𝑜𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒. Life is a labyrinth full of intricate passageways, b...
