WEE SMALL HOURS (Poetry)
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  • Durée 15m
Terminé, Publié initialement juil. 04, 2024
"Wee Small Hours"- where words meet the night!

In the stillness of the wee small hours, when darkness reigns and the world slumbers, my poetry awakens. These quiet moments, suspended between night and dawn, are where deepest thoughts, desires, and fears emerge. My words capture the whispers of the soul, the longing for connection, and the search for meaning in the shadows. Join me in this emotive, moonlit journey, where the silence speaks louder than words.
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