Bright Eyes,
From fountain,
And Dreams,
On the forefinger,
But light as any wind,
Whose rose-colored,
Those ancient,
Were for myself,
Like a fairy,
A trip upon the green.
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Poetry Collection
Thơ caThe collection of poems is a compilation book of all my poems that are usually linked to topics such as pain, anxiety, love, loneliness, melancholy, despair and many more that you will discover by reading. Besides it contains my most tormented adole...
