Septolet
The Septolet is a poem consisting of seven lines containing fourteen words with a break in between
the two parts. Both parts deal with the same thought and create a picture.
Daylight streams
gold
pink and
sapphire vistas.
Silver encircles
uncharted white nimbi
admit one.
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