𝒫𝓇𝑒𝓁𝓊𝒹𝑒

𝐌𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭,
𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭

𝐈𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞,
𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒊𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝒚𝒐𝒖.

What do you get when you cross a girl of eloquence and a series of events, ranging from joyous to tragic? You get a handful of magic.

𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙘.

Highest Rankings attained as of 12•13•2020:
✬ #1 on instapoetry
✬ #2 on haiku
✬ #6 on rhyme
✬ #10 on freeverse
✬ #11 on poesia
✬ #18 on prose
✬ #31 on poetrycollection
✬ #61 on poetry

Awards won:
✧ 2nd place in Siren Awards
✧ 3rd place in The PPC poem book | Poetry Contest (February)
✧ 2nd place in The Leaves Award 2021

Cover image from: Google
Edited by: ❀ Yours truly ❀