//IAMBIC PENTAMETER// //AN INCOMPLETE POEM// The mist of time ripe bosky black Of bald And seem like lake around stagnant no fro No mind is cunn at the time just holy wild Is walk and talk, the divine turns heart grow Once cruel tongue thoughts now heart peace white cold OPEN FOR COLLAB✨ #ATbeautifulnaturepic • A Challenge by Aesthetic Thoughts! ✨ Collab with your soulful words.✨ • Must use hashtag: #aestheticthoughts • Please maintain the aesthetics.