So come, black romance
Veil me from my lids
And chide me in what
My honor forbids.
For passion speaks passionately
Of heart-worded things
Than a comfortable strife
Or dusty old rings.
writing one's soul honestly is the poetry of this time. No need of weaving nicely but honestly is our demand. Old-masters weaved it so many and during so long time, now our thirst is for the truth.
Well-written, write more, Run long
Thank you
10+
Apoet Bangla
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So come, black romance Veil me from my lids And chide me in what My honor forbids. For passion speaks passionately Of heart-worded things Than a comfortable strife Or dusty old rings. writing one's soul honestly is the poetry of this time. No need of weaving nicely but honestly is our demand. Old-masters weaved it so many and during so long time, now our thirst is for the truth. Well-written, write more, Run long Thank you 10+ Apoet Bangla