I love poems
In the days of yore, their existence was heeded by none. In the days of yore, their existence was heeded by none.
No one likes her, No one likes her,
She started losing hope, She was ready to give up, But her curiosity is what, Pushed her forward. She started losing hope, She was ready to give up, But her curiosity is what, ...
The poem describes the evening. The poem describes the evening.