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I hear the haunting call in the blue dawn mist
Mist made of lake and mountain air
Air so serenely calm and silent it seems
Seems the echos are barely there
There amid the blue dawn mist, I hear the loon's despair.
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Write a five line loop poem under any topic. This type of poem uses the last word of each line to start off the next line. It does not necessarily have to rhyme, but can if you prefer that. |
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Loop Poetry
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