Poetizando o Amor
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Last published Sun, Jul 30, 2023
Versar o amor em linhas de uma poesia, é uma das mais lindas formas de homenageá-lo. A poesia assim como a música, não define o amor, mas pode torná-lo algo poético e lindo de ser vivido, apesar das inúmeras tempestades que ele pode nos trazer ao longo de nossas jornadas.
Capa escolhida por minha amiga e autora, Wildymara Miranda, e feita pela também autora, Lidayana Maia. Obrigado, meninas! :).
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