My life unfolds as my story is being told in forms of words creating a poem that speaks to the soul.
Oh maiden fair, whose name escaped my lips,
not due to its intricacies but fear's grips.
I'm grateful for your breath that sparked anew
my creativity and passion—once thought through.
Dear Miss D, The process of letting you go is the hardest one I've come to know, through this poem I'll set you free, ...
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