Sylvia Plath
Sylvia Plath
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In this world danced her words, in a poet's breath,
Sylvia lived in realms of love and strife,
Her verses weaved from darkness to bright wreath,
A soul immersed in tumultuous life.
With pen in hand, she bared her inner storms,
A heart so fragile, yet fierce and wild,
Through verses, her emotions took all forms,
Her truth, a gift, for every heart beguiled.
But depression so deep can cloud the brightest of skies,
And pain unseen can haunt a tortured soul,
In tragic end, she bid her last goodbyes,
A spirit broken, seeking to be whole.
Her legacy, a tapestry of pain,
Sylvia Plath, once a great poet that shall forever remain.
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