Silent wispher of imagination hovering above in the air. Rays of dreams flock the ambiance. Moonlight has the aroma, so dainty for it all is so enchanting.
Foremostly, this is where my soul hiraeth to be till eternity.
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Pieces of my soul
PoetrySoothe the demons in my head, hold me till my death. Highest-ranking #1 in self-absorbed #1 in unsaidfeelings #1 in poem collection #2 in poem collection #4 in latenightthoughts #3 in latenightthoughts #4 in selfreflection
