Imprisoned by glass manacles
Of crystalline beauty
The anemic lays
Pale and trembling
The picture of ambivalence.
Of crystalline beauty
The anemic lays
Pale and trembling
The picture of ambivalence.
An experiment, to see if I am capable of writing one poem a day for an entire year. Readers are welcome to comment on the work, or post their own work in response.
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