The Wind Is a Poet Too
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Last published Wed, May 21, 2025
This book is a collection of my soul stitched together in verses.
Each poem a whisper of my quietest secrets,
a reflection of my brightest joys,
and a shadow of my deepest fears.
Between these lines lie fragments of a heart that dared to feel.
Raw, honest, and unfiltered
these are the echoes of everything I couldn't say out loud,
but had to write down.
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