the light comes earlier, dawn grasps at clouds who yield their shrouds and pass on the night: gone
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Bob Gehrenbeck
I love this poem. I believe its in one of those Welsh (?) forms you were using for a while. I like the assonance of both vowels and consonants (or is there another term for consonants that sound like each other in poetry?). And balance and imbalance between the lines is very affecting.
I love this poem. I believe its in one of those Welsh (?) forms you were using for a while. I like the assonance of both vowels and consonants (or is there another term for consonants that sound like each other in poetry?). And balance and imbalance between the lines is very affecting.