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Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
The Cycle of Life
As the autumnal winds begin to howl, and the leaves fall from the trees, I implore you to tend to the garden of your soul. Cultivate the virtues that bring you solace, and prune away the vices that impede your growth. And when the harshness of winter descends upon you, and your spirit feels as barren as the fields, seek refuge in the warmth of self-reflection and introspection.
By MOHAMMED ENAN3 years ago in Poets
Wrath's Reflection
ππ°πΆππ₯ πΈπ°π³π₯π΄ π€π’π³π·π¦ π΅π©π³π°πΆπ¨π© πΊπ°πΆπ³ π΄π¬πͺπ―? Words alone are weak and dull, Emotions infuse harm Have you seen the way that spellbound eyes Cast magic laced with charm
By Daynah Rose3 years ago in Poets
