My chest were full of echoes of a heartbeat,
Mouth filled with the taste of the treat,
Ears filled with the birds' chirps and tweets,
Mind filled with memories in our meets.
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Nightingale (A Poetry Collection)
Poetry:a small brown European bird that sings a beautiful song especially at night. Just some random poems I had in mind... I usually thought of this around nighttime hence the title XD Btw, all of this doesn't make sense ┐(￣ヘ￣)┌ This book is dark, please...
lxix | life
My chest were full of echoes of a heartbeat,
Mouth filled with the taste of the treat,
Ears filled with the birds' chirps and tweets,
Mind filled with memories in our meets.
