The Notes On A Heartstring
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Last published Fri, Jan 31, 2020
A splendid collection of chasmic poetries, encompassing rhythmical words stringed into threads of overflowing emotions, that arise from the notes of a heartstring giving a reminiscent impression of serenity.
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Excerpt: The very aura exudes,
Seemingly sinful brutes
And,
Thy heart's a ferocious monster,
Thus ribs are bars.
But,
You lost the moon,
While counting the stars.
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