Monday, February 10, 2025

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Triolet.

"HYMN (Palindrome)

We dye
no hymn
in words.

Drab bards drown
in my honeydew."

--@anthonyetherin.bsky.social

Your perplexed longing.

"snail
with all its might
how cold the wind"

--@poemexe.com

Heronry.

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