The woods of old lore
With trees that last evermore
Sway the minds of people that enter its shore.
The fearful darkness wanting more.
And then the sun came, setting the world ablaze.
The sparkling stars are only haze.
It isnot a grove where one finds
The lost souls wander about, out of their minds.
If one were to be lost
The earth would laugh.
The skies would force thy to wander.
And the winds would cloud your vision.
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My Unexplored Humanity
PoetryMy Unexplored Humanity is a collection of heartfelt poems that delve into the depths of my emotions, allowing readers to connect with their own inner truths. This book is a safe space for self-reflection and exploration, free from any inappropriate...
