Unspoken Musings
by cereseithne
The fuliginous poesies ought
to be the indissolubile fragmen
one might earnestly delight in
unriddling. And although it may
seemed perennial to some for
the ilk of conundrums posed,
unless heard, it would remain
entangled in a far-flung hollow.
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A Voyage to Anthemoessa
PoetryLonely, we blazed through the precipitous trails of our perennial springs as though we were not distinctively dwellers of our own lands. Its conundrums, which oftentimes hit us like combers, we endeavor to embark on to illuminate its intricacies. We...
