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Caught By The Cinquain Muse — Again

BLACK & WHITE FLOWER

Cinquain:
It calls my name;
I lay down other work;
I rush to do its bidding well.
Enslaved.

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Cinquain:
A tiny piece,
Yet often large in scope.
American, yet cousin to
Haiku.
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Cinquain:
I love this form!
Somehow it feels my soul
And gives me art with which to share
My heart.

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