Love under a dying star
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Última publicación lun, nov 21, 2022
"How can stars describe the ways of our sun"
Love under a dying star is poetry book part of a passionate collection under a name which is yet to be revealed.
It is the continuation of Love like broken clouds and takes readers on a journey through a relatable story of depression, being pulled out of depression and love.
The poetic persona hopes to encourage readers to love themselves first. For if you do not love yourself, how can you possibly love others?
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