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On worn-out pages,
He wrote poems of her love.
Every line a breath of longing,
Every verse a piece of his soul.
She lived beyond his words,
Unknown to the poet's heart.
He spilled ink in solitude,
Hoping she would see his truth.
She roamed untouched worlds,
While he forged fields of prose.
In every poem, he wove her essence,
A tapestry of silent adoration.
She walked uncharted paths,
Unseen the words she inspired.
In the poems of the lost poet, he loved,
A poet of unseen beauty.
About the Creator
Ghost
A young person overflowing with imagination and compassion seeks to create a positive impact on the world by expressing their creativity through meaningful actions.
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