So strong, so powerful. Each word is perfect, which adds another and another feather on my shoulders until the weight is unbearable. But I still read on; I wanted more.
the words seemed to grow from a place I've only visited briefly in outings to the other, held in the strong fiber of this language the poet speaks. This is protean, color, a spirit raised against the gray landscape.
So strong, so powerful. Each word is perfect, which adds another and another feather on my shoulders until the weight is unbearable. But I still read on; I wanted more.
the words seemed to grow from a place I've only visited briefly in outings to the other, held in the strong fiber of this language the poet speaks. This is protean, color, a spirit raised against the gray landscape.