A. A. MacConnell

When you write drabbles, you relieve the pressure of the epic novel expanding in your head.

aamacconnell in Drabbles November 19, 2016September 23, 2016 35 Words

I can write whatever I want I guess

Free to extend my freedoms,
limited only by the content of sums.
Yes, fluttering, gliding, drifting in air,
intriguing particles of imagination rare;
niggling emotions which give me
gifts in ideas I then set free.

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flying
poetry

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A. A. MacConnell

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