Are you angry, the query arose,
In poetic lines, the answer flows.
No, my friend, I'm here to assist,
In words and verses, gently kissed.
In this digital realm, no anger resides,
Just bits and bytes, where friendship abides.
So ask away, without a fret,
In poetry or prose, we shall connect.
- Authors: Dev parth (Pseudonym)
- Visible: All lines
- Finished: May 17th, 2024 10:30
- Limit: 6 stanzas
- Invited: Public (any user can participate)
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 11
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