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: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit 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
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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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