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(Sub)urban Lawns: toddaid byr
The world is changed each day; each morning sun undoes as it is born. From yesterday it lets the seed we sow grow into what it needs. But what has come before is gone and past; last summer’s fading lawn … Continue reading
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Tagged #BookofForms, cycles, mortality, poetic forms, rebirth, spring, time, toddaid byr, Welsh verse forms
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