smoldering tears well
stinging grievous rain
as quietus quells chaos
composing in prose
of a melting maiden’s mien
to drown in throes of discord
and dreams sown stoic
of woeful implore
e’er whorling
like galaxies bereaved of light anew
Max, or Not 
Wow, you have a hang of English language in a way I could never hope to achieve. Every letter quivers with magic.
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Thank you so much Malicia. From what I have seen of you, I am in awe of your linguistic prowess! Your words mean so much in that they are coming from someone with such an epic mastery of English vocabulary.
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I’m flattered! English isn’t even my first language, although it’s so familiar, I don’t much think of it as a foreign language anymore. Technically though, it is. Thank you Max for your kind words. Hope to see more from you soon on SD.
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Max every time you write poetry the world is a better place!
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blushing If only that were true. Just having you say it is more than enough to make me happy. Thank you Jasper.
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Reblogged this on Sudden Denouement Literary Collective and commented:
Did I mention that Max wrote good poetry?
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Thank you for the re-blog. Your a godsend <3
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Glorious!
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Thank you.
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