Perfect,
yet haunting,
it was a
sight I wouldn't ever
conceal.
Okay, so this piece was my first attempt at an elfchen. I was tagged on Instagram by an amazing poet, and yeah. I gave it a shot.
¦¦elfchen is an eleven word poem following the pattern of 1,2,3,4 words and then right back to 1 one word.
The word is CONCEAL. Although I decided ending mine on it instead of starting my piece with it. I hope you like it.
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'Silent' Clouds.
Şiir¶Words have no meaning, unless you make them, turning them into a spontaneous overflow of rhythm¶ ¶A string of broken pieces interwoven into into poetry. Broken symphonies, turned into poetry¶
