In the guiet chambers of my heart,
A rhythmic pulse begins to start,
Guided by the muse’s song,
Where words and whispers all belong.
Within my ribs, a world does bloom,
A sanctuary amidst the gloom,
Verses crafted with tender care,
Love’s essence lingers everywhere
Each beat a stanza, each breath a line,
In this poetic heart of mine,
For love and muses intertwine,
In a timeless, endless rhyme.
Dreaden vail
Between shadow and flame
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