(Poem #267 on new numbering scheme)
Our world... she chants a magic-filled but apophenic song; in truth... it's arbitrariness that thrusts this orb along.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
(Poem #267 on new numbering scheme)
Our world... she chants a magic-filled but apophenic song; in truth... it's arbitrariness that thrusts this orb along.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.