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Black Birds -- Diminished Hexaverse

If I could but find Blessed muse again, I know I could write A lovely poem, then My soul, free ascend. But now I’m locked, Filled with stale thoughts, Rife with old fears; Bitter, cold tears. How can I Begin, try To get by. No words; Black birds Fly.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Date: 2/23/2011 11:49:00 PM
i am struck with the amazing language of this piece, deb.. just love this one1 :) huggs, nette
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Date: 2/23/2011 9:52:00 PM
Deb, this is a fine example of a diminished hexaverse. It meets all the criteria, and is very descriptive.
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