Poetry
“The poet is a liar who always speaks the truth.”
– Jean Cocteau
Where darkness reigns
Whispers linger, haunting refrains
Each verse a lament, sorrow’s embrace,
Beauty found in melancholy grace
Through shadowed landscapes we roam
In every word, the weight of a soul bemoan.
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