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Rantings of a Wanderer (Attys Awards)

LECTURAS 1,303
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Partes 10
Hora 13m

LECTURAS 1,303
Votos 93
Partes 10
Hora 13m

A composition of ten poems in ten different poetic forms spanning ten different genres. My entry for the Attys Awards!
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The poems will not only span different poetic forms but also different genres and phases of life.
I have started with a Haiku but I will encapsulate more forms over the next few days.Todos los derechos reservados

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