NEWLY a citizen; no longer a sojourner!
BRINE-laced tears beaded, then fell.
PUPILs expanded, entertaining with
UTTER gratitude how her grim journey had begun and just how far she’d come.
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I like your variation on the Quordle Poem form of having a great long line for the last line…
It’s nice to play around with the shape of things.
Yes! I need to remember to try out varying line lengths.
I really like this one.
Thank you! There is no end to the rewards of working with refugees, and often seeing them become citizens.