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 Dec 2021 False poet
Nylee
An account of life
A breathe of air
An ounce of care
Inevitably to live
The plants grow
The water flows
As the wind slows
There is life everywhere
Flying and swimming
Crying and grinning
Crawling on my hand
Unending cycle
With touch it tickles
Surrounding filled infinites
Tinier than tiny
I am killing them all slowly
As I live.
 Jan 2021 False poet
Lyn-Purcell
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Tried my hand in something new, mirror-writing!
One of the most prominent people to do this was Leonardo Da Vinci though it is unclear why despite all the ideas that have been suggested.
I found it quite fascinating!
It was a bit of a challenge to format, but I'm happy with the end result.
This poem reflects something I ask myself internally everyday.
And what better way to share it than with the 'hand of Da Vinci'?
I will definitely be experimenting more with new styles.
Stay safe everyone!
Kind regards,
Lyn x

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