Through the Stygian lands,
Orpheus played his sweet lyre,
His heart filled with hope.
Eurydice's voice,
Echoed through the halls of death,
Faint, yet so alluring.
A love that once bloomed,
Now withered by cruel fate's hand,
She slipped through his grasp.
Orpheus turned to look,
Lost his love to the abyss,
Silenced his music.
Their love, a tragedy,
Bound forever by death's hold,
Never to reunite.
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Coffee, Books, and Me |POETRY|
PoetryThis is a collection of Unpredictable Poetries. Coffee, and books have always been my greatest companions in writing my poems. A lot of thoughts always pop up in my mind every time I drink coffee or read books.
