After scribbling in my notebook, I realised the slug sees the world upside down: puddles as planets, raindrops as comets. Perhaps poetry is just daring to look small things in the eye.
The Slugs Sky
After scribbling in my notebook, I realised the slug sees the world upside down: puddles as planets, raindrops as comets. Perhaps poetry is just daring to look small things in the eye.
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