//Incomplete poem// Thy breeze of fragrance love endless thinkest Began few marching miles, thance halted ever Thee dense of envy wall a pierceless strong Tis pauper divine love failed batter walls Thou art of love with mingled envy wroth And pride with shimmer mind, i canst not Like icy soften flow with redden shiny love Thee minding thoughts, a grinded books by Thou never wouldst be seize tis pauper meters OPEN FOR COLLAB✨ #ATgirlbg851 • A Challenge by Aesthetic Thoughts! ✨ Collab with your soulful words.✨ • Must use hashtag: #aestheticthoughts • Please maintain the aesthetics.
