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Waiting 4 poetry 1/21/23

Hark! I seek a soul both true and rare, Where genuine whispers fill the air. No painted masks, no borrowed guise, But depths of self in honest eyes. Let kindness dance upon your smile, Like sunlit ripples on the Nile. With graceful moves and gentle rhyme, We'll spin a waltz that conquers… (edited) read more