It’s all in
the sound. A song.
Seldom a song. It should
be a song—made of
particulars, wasps,
a gentian—something
immediate, open
scissors, a lady’s
eyes—waking
centrifugal, centripetal.
It’s all in
the sound. A song.
Seldom a song. It should
be a song—made of
particulars, wasps,
a gentian—something
immediate, open
scissors, a lady’s
eyes—waking
centrifugal, centripetal.
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Actually, it’s good!111 It really helped me since I am looking for definitions of poem.
lines 2,3 and 4 show great alliteration