Peonies in a pickle
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Ongoing5m
Last published Fri, Jun 19, 2020
"Poetry is the journal of the sea animal living on land, wanting to fly in the air. Poetry is a search for syllables to shoot at the barriers of the unknown and the unknowable. Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away."
Posting a new poem and critiquing everyday~
Disclaimer-Not all works are mine, this book is meant just as a compilation for poems i read and i think might mean something to others too and my views on them. All due credit goes to the poet .
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