Exhilarating cobalt eyes danced across the walls as she made her way to her reflection.
She asked, "Oh dear reflection, why don't you play with me?"
The reflection only blankly started in return before resuming a dance routine:
A plea, then a single twirl
that resembled the grace of two swans skating across a glassy pond.
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A Plethora Of Poems
SonstigesDespite the name, the content in this book isn't purely just poems; more so, it is filled with poetic thoughts that are synthesized through divinity, albeit the creator is far from reaching said quality. With that being said, you'll enjoy these shor...
