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𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝗂𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗆𝗒 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽,
𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝖾𝖼𝗁𝗈𝖾𝗌, 𝖺 𝗀𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋
𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝖽𝖺𝗋𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌,
𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝗂𝖿𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋.
𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾, 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗁,
𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀,
𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗎𝗇𝗐𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝖿 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗍𝗁.
𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗂 𝗌𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌?
𝗂 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌,
𝗌𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗂 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽,
𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝗂 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄,
𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗂 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖿𝗎𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝖽.
𝗀𝗎𝗂𝗅𝗍 𝗐𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗆𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗎𝖽,
𝖺 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗒 𝖻𝗎𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗇 𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗄𝖾.
𝗂 𝖺𝗆 𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝖼𝗁𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖺𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍𝖾𝗋,
𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗍𝗁 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗈𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝗆𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗒.
𝗂 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾,
𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝖾𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝖿 𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒,
𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗈 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾 𝖺𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖾.
𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗂 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍-𝗂𝖿𝗌.
𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖺𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝖿𝖾, 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖼𝗁,
𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗂 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌.
𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗂 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝖻𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋,
𝖺 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗂 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾.
[𝗮 𝗽𝗼𝗲𝗺 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗴𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗼𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗵 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘃𝗶𝗼𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗲𝘆.]
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traces of eternity - an assortment of my handwritten poetry
PoetryThis is a collection of my poems, some short or long, some sonnets or free verse, whatever floats your boat, i guess. I just thought it would be nice to share some of my work, not only as a creative outlet, but also as a coping mechanism. Please enj...
