Poems ✍️
Poems ✍️
30.12.2025
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Whispers of the Night
When darkness falls, she softly roams,
Through empty halls and quiet homes.
A gentle paw, a silent tread,
The night belongs to her instead.
Yet in her gaze, a story told,
Of ancient lands and secrets old.
She comes, she goes, a fleeting friend,
A mystery with no clear end.
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