Poetry / Tanka Priscilla. (Tanka) January 5, 2019July 20, 2019 Cheemnonso5 Comments Ripped to bits, I was, then, there came this soaring sylph, with so much ardor, who gathered my frail pieces, and made a mosaic of warmth. . Cheemnonso™ Share this:TwitterFacebookWhatsAppPinterestRedditLike this:Like Loading... Related
I love the possibilities to say so much in so few words. Sparse and beautiful at the same time. Have a nice weekend. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Ah, the power of poetry.
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Indeed, it holds no bounds
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I love the possibilities to say so much in so few words. Sparse and beautiful at the same time. Have a nice weekend.
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Thank you. You have a beautiful weekend as well.
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Why, how nice of you to say so. Enjoy.
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