This tree was leading a tangled life.
Day: April 18, 2023
Caveat: Poem #2449 “The process of composition”
ㅁ Formless thoughts drift like clouds, congeal into phrases, and then appear on blank screens. Easy.
– a cinquain.
ㅁ Formless thoughts drift like clouds, congeal into phrases, and then appear on blank screens. Easy.
– a cinquain.