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Likemoon
@likemoon
In a kitchen where magic dwells, Under the charm of purple spells, A woman stirs a pot of dreams, With petals, leaves, and starlight beams. So sip the soup, and feel the might, Of a hat that turns the dark to light. In every bowl, a spell is cast, A memory made to forever last. How was the poem?π
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You have a great talent in poetry ππΌπ₯ well done
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Likemoon
@likemoon
Really? I'm glad you think soπ
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