He was allured by the storm in her eyes
Bound by lust he devoured it into his heart.
His muse; she was poetry
weaved from the ethereal strands of moonshine.
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A Million Slivers of Warmth✓
PoetryMeet me halfway where honey skies Meet viridian earth. Come into my wild; don't tame me. Start a wildfire. A collection of short poems born out of the randomness of my mind. **** RANKINGS ACHIEVED: No.1: Beautiful Poetry - June 2019 No.3: Beautiful...
