Chapter 12 of 30

11 January 2025

365 A Year57 words~1 min read

In every poem I write,

I weave her into the words I create,

A subtle hint, a lingering trace,

Of the one who holds my heart's space.

Her memory lingers, a sweet refrain,

In the words I choose to intertwine.

Though our paths diverged, we were once bound,

And now I hide her in my poetry found.

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