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I press’d mine tongue within this humble cup…

The morning chorusA vibrant landscapePetrichor;Sweet earthy scentInvading my sensesTree leaves flirtatiouslyDancing with the wind,Flowers blooming; petals uncurlingExposing their silk & velvet insidesParading their vibrant colors to the sun,Vulnerable to the butterfliesAnd bees in abundanceBusy feasting on their nectar. The vivid green grass continuesTo lend its carpeted splendorWeaving a magic so surrealSpeaking a language so foreignYet

The ink runs dry on trembling hands,a soldier writes on foreign lands.Aca ndle flickers, the shadows grow,his heartbeat slows, yet time won’t show. “My love, the war has turned me stone,yet in your arms, I’m flesh and bone.The cannons roar, the trenches weep,but thoughts of yOu are mine to keep.” The air is thick with

A call when Helios blinds my eyes, Making me leap up from the soft coat. Stories that never saw an ending; The regret that still churns my stomach. To this day, I shall remember How black my heart was. To this day, I shall remember How I heeded those doting eyes. To this day, I

I’m supreme, I made people happy! says success.They owned their luxuries, they smiled under grandeur ceilings,Pick-up travels to every possible corner of the world.They want me, wait for me impatiently, seek my visit in their life.It’s a pity for you, dear FailureWho are you to them?They want you the least,They’re not wrong either, you bring