To The Blind
A flower blossom….
A flower blossom….
As the day….
The sea is a playful cat….
Stars like candles….
He sits on the horizon….
Her clothes were torn….
Evening….
Professional on land….
She sits on the horizon….
From a swollen earth….
I will speak….
Oh, Spondee…..
Rhythm you are the pulse of every line……
You are seen by some inversion…..
You tumble…..
You are sometimes natural……
Literature that ridicules vices……
You are the narrative poem…..
The effect….
You are the one…..