Poetry breathes You
Take me where poets go to weep,
ink never sleeps and hearts bleed deep.
In silence, I long for a cathartic dawn.
This canvas knows no frame for vain verses.
You'll never feel the heat of frozen tears.
As poetry breathes your name, amidst darkness.
Copyright © Ink Empress | Year Posted 2024
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