Grimbeau

Scroodles

Tag: cinquain

Reverie

 

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Ponder

Lost orange months,

Gone like quicksilver fish,

Their trails, fading, once were fragrant

And purple

 

 

 

Whistles

Glisten

Sheer sparkling wit,

wild infant crazy hopes,

whose voices, too true, call to us all

like spooks

Whistles and rattles