In the graveyard

Whispers

By Printique StudiosPublished 8 months ago • 1 min read

Lone soul

Amid the graveyard's mist,

Lone soul with lantern aglow,

Whispers, chills persist.

surreal poetry art

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Printique Studios

A poetic journey weaver, I craft verses that paint the canvas of life with hues of dreams and determination. Their words resonate with empowerment, encouraging others to forge their destinies and embrace gratitude.

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Manisha Dhalani8 months ago
Chilling indeed. Nice one.

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In the graveyard

Whispers

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