In these pages, you'll find poetry that lingers like the scent of smoke, capturing the allure of secrets kept close to the heart. The night becomes a lover, the alley a refuge, and each word a step into the beautiful, melancholic dance of souls year...
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In the hollow hours of midnight's spell, Where shadows weave a tale to tell, A lone rose blooms by moon's embrace, In haunting stillness, leaves no trace.
A whisper drifts on autumn's breath, Soft as sighs of haunted death, Beneath the branches, ancient, bare, That claw at secrets, held in air.
Ghostly echoes, soft and low, Wrap around the world below, Where ivy creeps on broken stone, To claim what's lost, forgotten, grown.
Eyes like embers, darkly gleam, Lit by stardust's velvet seam, Bound to wander, seek, and roam, Yet chained by night, forever home.
Oh, cursed beauty, rare and deep, In shadows buried, secrets keep— For in your spell, I am confined, Enchanted, lost, and love entwined.
