Poetry

April

In April's gentle grasp, poetry blooms,
Words unfurl like petals under the sun's perfumed fumes.
Lines dance on pages, a delicate art,
Crafted by hands, pouring out the heart.

In this month of verse, we celebrate the power,
Of language and rhythm, in every hour.

Crypto enthusiast, poet  and football lover

A teller / of stories, that is me. / Curious to learn new ways to see. / Proud dad of two. Now, what / about you? | Builds https://paragraph.xyz/@trpplffct

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