PROLOGUE
In the quiet corners of a bustling city, where the shadows danced with the flickering streetlights and the echoes of footsteps faded into the night, there lived a woman whose soul was woven with the threads of poetry.
She was known to the world as the Poetess, her words whispered like secrets through the pages of time. With ink-stained fingers and a heart unbound, she spun verses that stirred the depths of the human spirit. Her poetry, a tapestry of emotions, painted the world in hues of love and longing, sorrow and solace.
Yet amidst the symphony of her verses, there lingered a silent refrain—a melody of disbelief, woven into the fabric of her being. For the Poetess, though she penned odes to the moon and sonnets to the stars, harbored a doubt that love, in its truest form, could ever find a home within her own heart.
But destiny, that fickle weaver of tales, had other plans. For in the quiet of an ordinary day, beneath the veil of serendipity, she crossed paths with a soul whose presence ignited a spark within her—a flame that danced to the rhythm of his laughter, and a melody that echoed the cadence of his words.
And so, as the night enveloped the city in its embrace, the Poetess found herself entwined in a story not of her own making—a tale where love, like a whisper in the wind, found its way into her verses, filling them with the warmth of newfound belief.
This is the tale of the Poetess—a journey of love and revelation, where the lines between poetry and reality blur, and where the heart finds its truest expression in the symphony of love's embrace.
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The tale of the lost poet
RomanceIn the heart of a bustling city, Aurora lived a life woven with words, her soul tethered to the rhythm of syllables. She was a poet, her verses echoing with defiance against the notion of love. But when she meets this certain man, Emyrs, her convic...
