have a sound quality syllabic quality
must affect the writer herself deeply, terrify me if no how will it resonate with others
Read the works he mentions
every word should matter in poem.
love lace
flew into my life, a green blue ball
rested in a box nibbled on an apple
turned my life around
bought the biggest cage I could find, just for the night
rechristened the room ashwin and lovelace's
saw a bird bath first time in my life
felt you rest on my shoulders my head
had an official toy maker take her job oh so seriously
sought branches and twigs and built a bridge from cage to window
watched you do a paper art cutting like a pro, you probably are the best
so you came you taught us you rested
when your wings were mended and you had fed your fill of grains and seed and water
you flew off again spread those wings and sang your heart out like amazingly
thank you for the gift my dear sweet lovelace
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