Again a Carpe Diem
I died a thousand times
and still, I do many times a day
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Indeed, poetry is no fun without meanings within meanings, three dimensional voices spice meter and oh yes, hyperbolic fodder is the taste for the pallet of desire here, purple canvas is fitting for royalty as your poem is clothed with it, great write!
I am thankful to you, very thankful, since you have read my poem as the only one telling me meanings within meanings, three demensional voices spice meter...etc...etc... Such a smartest comment within the same moment telling us about the clothing of this poem. Amazing comment, I will give you a REN +++ OF that excists. Thank YOU, Bill.
Lovely write Sylvia,
Thank you so much, Lynda.