EVERY LINE I MADE
Every stroke of my pen accustomed my heart
It smiles, it pains it creates a mystic art
It gathers heart mates on the beyond islands
It touches a lot of silent souls, weak and damn
Every line I made captured an open-minded being. It sparkles, glistens, and so do nurtured mingles soul mates in love and despair. It wraps all the loving hearts full and vain. Every poem I made conquered passive thoughts. It lights, it whispers, it speaks, it shouts for toots. It shines in awe. It dispels doubts and dense. It hugs and kisses your souls empty and tense.
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