In the words I weave, lessons I bestow,
A wealth of knowledge, more precious than gold.
Planting seeds of wisdom in your mind's fertile land,
For your mind is a garden, a treasure to be manned.
I seek to shield it from the stains of ill,
Guarding against thoughts that seek to kill.
In this sanctuary, peace shall reign,
A tranquil haven, free from mental strain.
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Only My Heart Knows
PuisiWithin this anthology lies a tapestry of verses penned by Jcena Mortiff, each intricately woven around diverse manifestations of love. These words ache to break the shackles of confinement, the very letters thirst for emancipation, all plucked from...
