Story cover for Poetry for the Wandering Author. by LuminiferousAether
Poetry for the Wandering Author.
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Ongoing, First published Apr 02, 2015
(I update when I can.)
A collection of poems I mutter,
the meaning unknown.
and so,tell me dear reader what it is to know,
from outside of the show.
The pages they flutter,
The story it flies!
The stanzas are uneven. 

But isn't it sublime.
Poetry. Art. 
an amassment of ballads. 
How wondrous it is!
If only is was socially valid.
(Some of my poems are not that great but they are getting much better.)
(I do not own the pictures I used for the cover.)
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