Poemset Stories

"Though Shakespeare bids his last sonnet, his presence is ignited by these pieces, and hither I am-With his words, roots, and blood, we represent greatness." ━...

"the wind breezes, it calls; the trees turned red, rapidly falls-the season where happiest moments were made by the most painful memories." after vehemently sp...

"Markable works of thoughts-unforgetable words that our reality brought; written by the hand, the penmanship of truth." Self-written masterpieces are the reaso...