Hundreds of poems shall be uncovered from the years of living in black and white.
This is an anthology and I'm using shallow words to easily convey my emotions.
No to plagiarism.
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T’was a cold and quiet night, Where I read my favourite book lighted by moonlight, It was silent that I can hear my heart, It was peaceful that I want to do my own art,
I sat on my favourite wooden chair, Drink hot coffee with my favourite glassware, It was hot and soothing, Making my heart go running,
It is very tasteful and aromatic, It makes my room monochromatic, It was a delightful night, Reading my favorite book waiting for sunlight.
