Avant-garde poetry
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Twilight
by Paul Wadey, 04.12.23 In a realm where twilight spiders a web of shadows, an abode stands, kissed by an ethereal sigh of dusk. Evening descends, not with a sombre touch, but as a painter, stroking the world’s canvas with great daubs of introspective hues, reflecting a tumult sea of thoughts churning within its walls.… Continue reading