All the World’s a Cinquain March 26, 2011March 26, 2011 / Arambler Hidden in all that dross— there’s you. My perfect poem— perfect cadence, coincidence condensed. Share this:Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
