2d
I am ten crows, twenty-three starlings,
one tree, a world of racket, every dusk that ever was.
I am a holy heart four angels defend,
other times I am nothing but flesh and fingertips.
There are four seasons, three necessities,
two sides to the moon.
The window has eight panes;
I am in them all.
one tree, a world of racket, every dusk that ever was.
I am a holy heart four angels defend,
other times I am nothing but flesh and fingertips.
There are four seasons, three necessities,
two sides to the moon.
The window has eight panes;
I am in them all.
This is a "flash 55' a poem in exactly 55 words. All the numbers in the poem add up to 55 as well, though that is not a requirement.
