With ink as our brush, we’ll paint the sky, Words flowing freely, as birds soar high. Through verses, emotions will find expression, In rhythms and rhymes, a poet’s confession.
With ink as our brush, we’ll paint the sky, Words flowing freely, as birds soar high. Through verses, emotions will find expression, In rhythms and rhymes, a poet’s confession.
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