This poem is an Etheree. The poem contains ten lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, and 10 syllables.
Flight
of birds
into the
painted skyline.
The sunset slowly
catching the clouds ablaze.
A timelapsed photograph with
long exposure captures the scene,
but it quickly fades away only
existing as a distant memory.
Pleasant! Love that you can share these compositions. So looking forward to more.
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