The Heart Of This Bard
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Life is the muse that inspires every entry in this poetry journal and my soul shows on each piece. I hope it touches the reader as well as it did me writing them. After all, I am just a bard writing from her heart.
Note: My poetry is more like lyrics and It usually rhymes.
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