An attempt of Ethere, a form of poetry written in ten lines, with each line accomodating the number of syllables as its line number.
A
Dash of
Blush cluster
On dimpled cheeks
His looks sensuous
Bated breath loquacious
Of bait, his defiant charm;
Breeze sultry, sprinkling pearly drop
On chiseled face, it trickles down
Melting to specks beneath sauve gliding touch.
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Another one :
Books
They smell
Of dust speckle
Engraved grey
Amidst tangled words
In its swooping sly waft
Hauled into mystic depths
Of love, truth, fear and fantasy,
The many resplendent emotions
I succumb to lure - my retribution.
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