I may sway or I may dance,
with spoken words flooding thy lungs,
with my verses, ye shall curve afront,
thence, ye shall be lured unevil.
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Wandering Through Poetry
PoetryPoetry because the essence of our life depends on it. note: these are actually the poems i accumulated for the past 3 years.
Fourteen: Sort Things Out
I may sway or I may dance,
with spoken words flooding thy lungs,
with my verses, ye shall curve afront,
thence, ye shall be lured unevil.
