Inks and Whispers
Step into a space where words paint emotions and thoughts take flight. Here, poetry isn't just text on a page—it's a journey through the landscapes of human experience, where each verse holds a story waiting to be discovered.
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Featured Poem
Not Because of December
I ceased to love you back in June,
Yet you appeared that cold December.
The ashes buried in my youth
They rose — a ghost caught in my throat
I gave up hope in endless skies,
In truth, I gave up hoping ever.
Inside, it's winter — frozen, dry,
I'm doomed — and no, the reason's not December