Day Twelve
Writing a Sapphics Poem, a hard challenge! My second attempt.
Appearances
Golden apples hang upon golden branches
silver sparrow fluttering sadly glances
speak so soft, disturb not, make no harsh din
still she lives within
Drawn in deeper, solitude beckons only
beckons with a subtlety, drowns the lonely
shiny outside hides inner distrust, distress
shell painted feels less
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