The Poet & The Collection: Untitled Country by Mr. Poetivist
Dusty roads, the screech of rice straw brooms, and the peace of provinciality are what come to mind when we think about a village. Our...
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"You speak...
And I begin to sprout mandalas in my aura.
Every atom in my body dances,
And my soul smiles...
Look,
Your words have inspired the sun to blossom yet again."
- Sprout by Prophetic Ink
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