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Savouring  ever
The behoof of cheer
Flying
White crane of hunger
***** the peach bitter
Dropping
The desire went sour
Alleging for better
Flavouring.
©shadeofalonely_girl
Written in Lai Poetry form.
The lai is another French form. It’s a nine-line poem or stanza that uses an “a” and “b” rhyme following this pattern: aabaabaab. The lines with an “a” rhyme use 5 syllables; the “b” rhyme lines have 2 syllables. It feels kind of like organized skeletonic verse.
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love today looks like morning.
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let go enough to give back to her,
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