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ArianLlwyn Feb 2021
Great old Black birds bathe beneath blacker storms,
Songs free, flee the clatter,
Raindrops dance till they shatter,
Sad none of this will matter.
ArianLlwyn Jun 2020
It’s suffocating
These things you’ve long yearned for me,
Please just let me breathe,
Listen to my somber plea,
Please, I just want to be me.
My first attempt at Tanka poetry
ArianLlwyn Apr 2020
Deceptive is that shared eye in the mirror.
In truth, it cannot scry,
The loneliness in my sigh,
Nor my wholly hollow lie.
ArianLlwyn Apr 2020
A barricade, a blockade, bars my path.
“Perhaps I’m lost,” I sigh,
Trying in vain not to cry.
I yield and watch time slip by.
An attempt at the welsh englyn style (englyn unodl union if you're curious) in English.

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