ㅁ Kiamon knelt at her ancestor's grave clutching the keepsake her mother once gave. Angels cavorted around by some trees summoning shadows that only love frees.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter, on the ongoing angsts of a fictional being.
ㅁ Kiamon knelt at her ancestor's grave clutching the keepsake her mother once gave. Angels cavorted around by some trees summoning shadows that only love frees.
– a quatrain in dactylic tetrameter, on the ongoing angsts of a fictional being.