You-
-Whose eyes swim with unsung sonnets,
Whose lips speak only in short beautiful haikus,
Whose curls of gorgeous hair crackle with the static of ghazals,
Whose lovely name is an acrostic poem of secrets,
Whose funny bone twitches with the tickle of limericks,
Whose dreams are peppered with wild, free verse-
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- hate poetry.
Isn't it the most amazing contradiction?
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NEPENTHE
PoésieHi there! The word NEPENTHE means anything that induces forgetfulness of sorrow or pain. I, for one, believe that little things like smiles, my mother's comfort food and long walks are the best forms of nepenthe around. These poems celebrate the s...
