Ocean of Quills... I am to drown in the ocean of quills For there are many puddles Of fountain pens. I am to sprinkle my quill as the sestina Of secrets, the villanelle of victories. I'm injured with the knife of originality And, am bleeding colourful poetries The scarlet sonnets, The cerulean clerihews The hyacinth haikus The ruby rondels The sapphire septets And, I'm dying with every drop of it, But, charmed to this magic... OPEN FOR COLLAB š #AT3liner ā¢ A Challenge by Aesthetic Thoughts! Collab on this beautiful bg with a 3-liner. ā¢ Please maintain the aesthetics. ā¢ Must use hashtag: #aestheticthoughts
