Within that fiery column
Consumed in persistence
His heart so sullen —
At last, ransomed
Weaving through the wind
Silk shimmered with grace
A gleam in her eye, grin
beamed amidst solace
Smoke escapes my lungs now
Embers must have remained.
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A Meaningless Collection
PoetryA collection of variously themed poems that I write mostly on my commute to class or when I can't find a reason to fall asleep.
