The finest poems aren't born
From laughter's fleeting light,
But from the echoes of sorrow
That linger long into the night.
So tell me, do you not see,
The beauty in this gentle grief?
nafs_penxx
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Unsent letters to him
PoetryEmbark on a poignant journey of unrequited emotions and tender vulnerability with nafs_penxx's evocative poetry collection. This intimate anthology whispers secrets of the heart, laying bare the ache of longing and the beauty of love. Through tender...
Grief
The finest poems aren't born
From laughter's fleeting light,
But from the echoes of sorrow
That linger long into the night.
So tell me, do you not see,
The beauty in this gentle grief?
nafs_penxx
