To loves never lived– by Issa Dioume

I never held her head between my hands,I grabbed at mist and caught myself,Heavily falls he who has never had a fall,And I fell harder than a boulder into an ocean of tears.Now, till she comes, loneliness... Poor me, Poor me! from hour to hour The heat of love scorches my heart,But she my mind…

Style Training With Ursula K. Le Guin, Exercise.2: Am I Saramago {2nd attempt}

My 2nd Attempt At this Challenging Stylistic Exercise. Please, do tell me how I did this time around!

Style Training With Ursula K. Le Guin, Exercise.2: Am I Saramago {1st attempt}

3rd Writing Exercise With Writing Legend: Ursula K. Le Guin 📖 ✍️