Poems about emotion - Lina Ru

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What we haven’t learned is that extremes gut us empty. Either masses, either riches, either...

When I’m concealed inside a rose, I’m mesmerized by dew. Butterflies touch my nose. I’m the blood...

BEGINIF: Articles, pronouns, irritants, prohibited. Do not dare to communicate with articles,...

The rift between two clouds1 closes me in. I’m bound to be suffocated by a hurricane wind2,...

He’s a tall story, a cautionary, free-range lies, a diversionary, nesting in a shallow reactionary...

The pianist tarnishes her notes, sharp to flat, harshly explodes, flat to sharp, falls into...