59 syllable poem. – ”575 575575 215” form | 3 haiku + 3lined strophe
técnica mista s/tela ©
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-a poem (sung in a Locrian mode, with florid counterpoint)
The Sun’s tender sheen
dances freshly on my brow
as I awaken.
In a sweet caress,
as it baths me through and through,
I wander outside.
The trees are bursting
with lemons and little birds.
I sit in wonder
each day,
when
a loved one is born.
(As today, and a few other days, whether they’re still here or ‘away’, the warmest light seems to shine even if it rains – just like today. And, it wasn’t even raining.)
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