Just thought I’d experiment a little bit with another poetic form: the palindrome.
It’s very hard to get it right and to make sure that the second half makes sense. Quite happy with this for a first attempt, though.
Agony is freedom,
And lodges fill spirits
As darkness pulls light away,
Longer no kindness can remain,
Surrender to what comes nightly
At your
Window,
You’re at nightly,
Comes what to surrender?
Remain can kindness no longer
Away light pulls darkness
As spirits fill lodges
And freedom is agony.
Thanks for reading
Richard
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Beautiful 😍
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What a terrific idea. The hits keep coming!
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Thanks. More coming in a bit!
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