Souls’ tears, or: Nigh

My first Fibonacci poems in rhyming Sestina form I Why? I So cry… Oh, to fly, Oh, to soar sky high! Need I, need I write what comes nigh? II Nigh… Why Get high? Human, I. Nigh, shall my soul fly; Skies pouring forth tears that souls cry. III Cry! Nigh, I’ll fly To my […]

Souls’ tears, or: Nigh