after climbing the perilous screes, an empty champaign of verdures awaits me. underneath this lurid landscape lies treasures all for me to unbury and a magic to uplift an almost dreadful soul. the gardens that heard my most forsaken prayers finally granted my wish: a new life of second chances.
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Seasons of Heartbreaks
PoetryThe heartbreak tales of Summer, Fall, Winter, and Spring flowed through the words of every chapter along with the vicissitudes of seasons that unraveled the memoirs of their wretched cries and ephemeral enamorments. Like a speckle of dust, it ebbed...
