BENEATH THE SURFACE
Each critique, a dart that sharply lands,
Piercing through the depths, unveiling the strands.
Presentation skills rightly come to play,
Dissecting flaws without dismay.
Gentle whispers soothe the gloom,
Like honey poured in the labyrinth's bloom.
Empower the frail, an onus to shoulder,
Utilize the might in ways one can only ponder.
Copyright © Jeta Buch | Year Posted 2024
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