a bell of
glass, one clear sweet note
before I break into silence.
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Challenge: Words Count with Mama Zen
The often sparsely syllabular Mama Zen has asked us to write a poem which somehow reflects the number eight. This is a fibonacci poem(1/1/2/3/5/8) with 8 syllables in the last line (and also, eight lines counting title and date.)