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…horous scent of summer, the words become water,shrouding me with symbols, caressing me with lines.I sleep in syllables. I lie in rhyme.
JoNelle Toriseva ✨
Janaka Stagnaro
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What an ending to your ponderous poem, JoNelle.
Poetry, parables, articles — spiritual, life-lessons, Waldorf education, artwork. 11 books. www.janakasartandbooks.com
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