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Zephyrus, gentle western wind,
For Hyacinthus’ love did pine.
But Apollo’s warmth did shine more bright,
And cast Zephyrus in jealous night.
A discus thrown by godly hand,
Was twisted by the wind’s command.
It struck the youth, and life did fade,
In flowered bloom his blood was laid.
Apollo’s tears, forever cast,
Would honor love that could not last.
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Karun
🌿✨ Karun, a poet weaving emotions into verses, embarked on the journey of words to unearth the beauty of feelings. In the delicate dance of ink and emotion, my poetry delves into the nexus of the human heart and the natural world.✍️
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