Maud Aylin, name of grace,
A gentle light in quiet space.
With every step, the world feels new,
As dreams take flight and skies turn blue.
Aylin, like the moon's soft glow,
Guides the heart where waters flow.
In her eyes, a peaceful gleam,
A tender hope, a timeless dream.
Maud, the strength in whispered air,
A soul so fierce, yet kind and rare.
Through fields of gold, she walks with ease,
Her spirit dancing in the breeze.
Maud Aylin, name of song,
Where courage grows and hearts belong.
A name that echoes in the night,
A beacon shining ever bright.
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She's antiromantique
PoetryShe was heartbroken, instead of the revenge she wrote, she wrote like no one else ever did, every feeling, every sense of discomfort, every thought, was written down, in every book corner, every piece of paper, every napkin, knowing that all of them...
