Miracle sylvanus
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African love
In the vast expanse of the African savannah, where the golden sun kissed the land and the rhythmic beat of drums filled the air, there lived a young man named Kwame. Kwame was known for his gentle spirit, his unwavering kindness, and his deep love for his community.
By Miracle sylvanus 3 years ago in Confessions
Clever fox. Content Warning.
Ode to the Nightingale My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness painsMy sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk,Or emptied some dull opiate to the drainsOne minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk:’Tis not through envy of thy happy lot,But being too happy in thine happiness,—That thou, light-winged Dryad of the treesIn some melodious plotOf beechen green, and shadows numberless,Singest of summer in full-throated ease.
By Miracle sylvanus 3 years ago in Education
