poem_word: a woman so beautiful

and though they may not be as strong as the trees
it is them who make this world, a place — 

…beautiful, interesting, and worthy to live in!

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poem_word: there is happiness in you

all alone during the nights, I walk
I remember you, us, and our walks

and when the climb gets too steep
love me more, so I conquer the mountains!

poem_word: the whistle of The Medusa

it is the sound of the click
a cup clicking against the lone table
listen to the echo of that cacophony
in a crowd it gets lost, but — an empty room
makes it reverberate as ominous as —
the whistle of The Medusa!