(Poem #279 on new numbering scheme)
The bird shoves time out from its nest; it, stone-like, falls and sighs. Tic-toc, tic-toc - it spins and flaps, until at last it flies.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.
(Poem #279 on new numbering scheme)
The bird shoves time out from its nest; it, stone-like, falls and sighs. Tic-toc, tic-toc - it spins and flaps, until at last it flies.
– a quatrain in ballad meter.