That which is ineffable
The ink dripping off the quill
Pools seeping through the wood grain
Blots somewhat indelible
Words smeared across the parchment
Heated wax spilled over a stack of letter
A lone feather left behind
Do you guys like it when I briefly talk about my work, or should I not do that?
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Poems of an anchor
PoetryI'm a poet, and yes, I know it I am very fond of poetry and writing. I'm the kind of person who never verbalizes my feelings. I prefer to write them down, transforming them into literary works of art. Words bear comfort and catharsis for my heart an...
