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#poetry

Juraj

3mes

INFP

Škorpión

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Ghost in the garden.

I met her in a quiet spark, like twilight slipping through the trees, her eyes – the color of forgotten seas, her voice – a whisper in the dark. She spoke of vines and wine and rain, of history wrapped in soft disdain, and I – a poet born from pain – offered verses from my brain. We walked where... zobraziť viac