In the caprices of destiny's game,
As if yesterday, I sought its flame,
Yet here, not merely a distant sight,
But close, held tight, rescued from plight.
My heart sings with jubilant glee,
Like savoring ambrosia, pure and free,
Reviving my soul, invigorating my frame,
On this splendid day, where joy became.
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Only My Heart Knows
PoésieWithin 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...
