Pocket Poems

MIcro poems



An enchanting forest surreaL, A world of tree, my secret amI. Each leaf budding, writing crafT Elevating, transforming, imaginativE Budding prose, poems, by master, authoR; The shades of words, flickering aurorA. I’m just a child lost in this foresT, Lingers, who never wish to bid adieU, Let me explore and finally rest in this altaR,

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