On a dark, narrow tunnel,
I saw her smile at the end,
That smile as priceless as jewel,
Somebody that I would defend,
As gentle as a kind angel,
A person I'd like to befriend.
But I'm a pusillanimous creature.
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Random Poems
General FictionJust a collection of poems that I randomly write at random time of the day and decided to post it somewhere.
