With scarlet ink, I birthed a poem for a maiden
It sparked love in the queen and a commoner in the audience
My queen fell in love with the words skillfully laden
The commoner fell in love with the bleeding hand's brilliance
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POETRY ; MOUTHPIECE OF ALL
PoetryPoems of the sad, broken, the joyous, the wanderers, and the eternally pondering minds. Everything that so besieged us since the inception of time, is an unwritten poem. Even though dead in the eyes of mankind, poetry can rejuvenate this flourishing...
