It’s a fad.
Her verses always end in rhyme.
can you do fiction?
Alliteration everywhere, poetic
devices, not relying on prosodic
You rock the ground beneath our
feet as though we are drunk with
the clarity of your views.
Never any redundancy, strict discipline.
Let no one change your style,
your perception, your thoughts
woven with love.
It is the secret of the soul;
The red of the dawn
complex love from the man
you loves you like a – buck rabbit.