𝕠𝕗 𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕥𝕤

𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕪𝕝𝕝𝕒𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕤

By Colleen WaltersPublished about 11 hours ago • 1 min read

All nonets start with nine syllables

and the next line has only eight

and that's when we start thinking

" what can I say in six?"

like a Haiku five

but keep going

you will find

two words

left.

Stream of Consciousness

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Colleen Walters

Just a girl who likes to write poems, usually inspired by events and people in my Florida life.. Always be you, because you are awesome. You matter. You are enough.. ❤️

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