A Miscreant Yearns
A soul’s cry, released in words— chosen, picked, woven in quiet longing.
And there, in articulation, beauty finds its form…
The soul, unbound, bridges a gap, touching both heart and mind.
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a miscreant yearns
A Miscreant Yearns
A soul’s cry, released in words— chosen, picked, woven in quiet longing.
And there, in articulation, beauty finds its form…
The soul, unbound, bridges a gap, touching both heart and mind.
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