Another task in my bid to become poet: An acrostic attempt at internal rhyme, on the theme of trust…
Buried.
Lifeless her fingers lingered.
Ice at the tips.
Eyes vacant
Slits.
Tag: internal rhyme
Another task in my bid to become poet: An acrostic attempt at internal rhyme, on the theme of trust…
Buried.
Lifeless her fingers lingered.
Ice at the tips.
Eyes vacant
Slits.
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