TANGLED SYNTAX
Words encapsulated within a masterpiece,
Feelings summarized, yet never decrease,
A scribbler on a quest for tranquil peace, Whose heart clenches, bleeding ink with ease.
Selcouth! How is it, by nature's decree,
That the frail heart and soul, as we see,
Can turn unspoken voices, trouble, and plea,
Into a torrent of words, wild and free?
Hopes wane as the mind's light dims,
Yet, from the heart's fragility, she swims,
Revealing what within was kept in the rims,
Igniting hopes into art, like luminous whims.
She writes from a heart astute and bright,
With perfect rhyme and themes of light,
Through tangled syntax, delicate flight,
Inscribing the silent screams of night.
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