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Vintage poetry stands the test of time; collections and anthologies of classic poems and enduring verses from eras past.
The Language of Falling Leaves
🍂 Introduction: When Nature Teaches Us to Begin Again Every season carries its own poetry, but autumn speaks in a language unlike any other. The falling leaves are not just signs of endings—they are whispers of renewal, reminders that change, though sometimes painful, is necessary for growth.
By Nadeem Shah 5 months ago in Poets
A madman
A man that would be ready to give up his soul and his beating heart, believing that mine is worth more is a madman. A heart of a woman that is pure is worth dying for. A soul of a woman that is in need for care and love is worth living for. A sacrifice that can be called a matter of honour is when a loved one sacrificed themselves long before you even knew what a unconditional love means.
By Sleeping Pills 5 months ago in Poets
Why We Keep the Letters We’ll Never Send
The drawer was jammed again. I yanked at it, muttering under my breath, and a thin cascade of envelopes slid forward, fanning across the floor like pale autumn leaves. They smelled faintly of paper and time—slightly yellowed, edges curling inward, some stained with coffee rings or thumb-smudges.
By Muhammad Sabeel5 months ago in Poets
