sing the words to your heart's rhythm,
feel the push and pull of the collective,
bright realities flowing through each vessel.
First as fire, hot and red;
...
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Two lines short of a sonnet but as exquisitely expressed as any formal one. I probably read it with a different meaning than what may have inspired your words, but what is common to all is the rhythm of the poem.
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Two lines short of a sonnet but as exquisitely expressed as any formal one. I probably read it with a different meaning than what may have inspired your words, but what is common to all is the rhythm of the poem.