DAY after day I run away. Sadness and pain Are all that remains. World is unreal. That's what I feel In the end. Soul that I'd sold I couldn't hold. Eternal way Is my ruthless pay. But I believe I could retrieve All I've lost.
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Poetry follows its own rules, so it cannot be incorrect. The poet is completely free to put anything he wants on the page. Anything.
— Enoon
Poetry follows its own rules, so it cannot be incorrect.
The poet is completely free to put anything he wants on the page.
Anything.
It cannot be stupid, either.
You add your sounds to the timbre of the human voice, and that is always legitimate.
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