Poets are skilled at consoling themselves! Allow me to educate you, my dear. Poets are skilled at consoling themselves! Allow me to educate you, my dear.

When the sun sets and night falls, a brilliant orb starts to spread its delicate, pale light. When the sun sets and night falls, a brilliant orb starts to spread its deli...

Ink was the blood, history was the paper Ink was the blood, history was the paper