(In Fibonacci, syllable count is 1-1-2-3-5-8-13-21....)
Thrills!
I
Dress my
Thoughts in hues
Bazillion – A riddle
With the king's ransom to fill rills
Noetic wisdom is I – Paint lovely landscapes with
No quill and grow gardens even on the Eliot’s land without ash-keys – I’m
A wizard of words, expressions’ lord and Alexander’s sword – don’t know who am I? Spills!
nicely written..your first attempt..good for you...liked it.
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I would like to translate this poem
Wow. Beautiful....first attempt, can't believe...Amazing write. Loved it.
Wow! What a beautiful comment on the poem 🙏🙏👍👍