A Crisp Through Words: My Wattpad poetry collection

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Recently, I created a poetry collection in Wattpad, which I titled as A Crisp Through Words. The book beholds my immense love for writing and showcases eight poems. I would request my readers to visit my book through the link provided down. Few of the poems in the collection are already posted on my blog but the rest are fresh. Hope you all enjoy! Feel free to tell me about improvements required. Have a joyful day😘

This is the cover page of my book. Let me know your thoughts regarding it!

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