𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕡𝕠𝕖𝕥'𝕤 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥, 𝕒 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝𝕤𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕕𝕖𝕖𝕡,
𝕎𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕕𝕚𝕒𝕞𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕤𝕠𝕗𝕥𝕝𝕪 𝕤𝕝𝕖𝕖𝕡.
𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕖, 𝕒 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕥, 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕗𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥,
𝔸 𝕤𝕪𝕞𝕡𝕙𝕠𝕟𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝕡𝕦𝕣𝕖 𝕕𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥.𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓭𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓶𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓾𝓷𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓬 𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓼... ℙ𝕣𝕠𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥 ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕗𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 [🅿🅾🅴🆃] ( hope you'll Like my poems and if did don't forget to hit the like button) thank you