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Classic Cinquain |
StreetWrites & Kalliope Cinquain |
Guest Cinquain |
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These be Three silent things: The falling snow... the hour Before the dawn... the mouth of one Just dead. |
I know Not these my hands And yet I think there was A woman like me once had hands Like these. |
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Tucson Rain
The smell Everyone moves To the window to look Work stops and people start talking Rain came ~~ John Hewitt |
Global Cinquain Steel blades Rhythm pushers Gliding across frozen canals is music to the Netherland's Dutch Souls |
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Power can make people build pyramids, prisons and roads, but can't make anyone forgive. ~~ Anitra Freeman |
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Other places to find Cinquain:
Susie's
Cinquain Symposium
