In the velvet cloak of the midnight hour,
A creature stirs with silent power.
Through shadows deep, it roams the night,
A phantom of grace, a spectral sight.
Eyes that gleam like orbs of light,
Piercing through the darkness, burning bright.
A predator's gaze, keen and wise,
Navigating the night's disguise.
A whisper of fur against the breeze,
Moves like a ghost through the trees.
Footsteps soft on dew-kissed ground,
A symphony of silence all around.
In the night, this creature reigns,
A ruler of shadows, free from chains.
A wild spirit, untamed and free,
In the moon's embrace, it finds its glee.
Majestic and mysterious, a sight to behold,
A creature of secrets, ancient and bold.
In the night's embrace, it finds its domain,
An animal in the night, forever to remain
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Poetry Of A Borderline
ПоэзияThis is a book filled with poetry about the everyday life of someone living with borderline personality disorder
