'Art' flies, and 'Form' in exile mourns.
i sing to the critics (beg their awful silence and inquires to craft 'sublime' and fill that vacant space)
that:
body of poesy has changed various forms:
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and avoid ridiculous 'rant' but this Art is now 'a slower way being dead' no one knows the age of the soul and the soul of the age, so our life is an assumption. Thank you for sharing this beautiful p