No one.
It makes no one..
It makes me fun..!
It's practically the marathon tonight..!
This one is the caravan of the tales, that run..!
The single nomber - one..the single nomber 1
The fastest train is growing speed and run..!!
I am seeing this magic game..!!
I am looking for the star at Aldeba - run..
..tonight..!!
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Yurii Tkachenko
Yurii Tkachenko publish his poems at The Academy of the heart and mind site.
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PersonalThemeAbstract
Blends personal experience with abstract notions of speed, magic, cosmic wonder
SparseMeasureDense
Multiple ideas compressed into 8 lines: fun, marathon, caravan, number, speed, magic, stars
DarkSentimentBright
Excited, celebratory tone with exclamation marks and wonder throughout
StillEnergyExplosive
High kinetic intensity: rapid pacing, multiple exclamation marks, action verbs
MicroLengthEpic
Eight lines; falls in micro-to-short range
PlainFigurativeOrnamented
Metaphors of marathon, caravan, magic game; personification of speed; cosmic imagery
LyricVoiceDramatic
Pure lyric internal voice with 'I am seeing,' 'I am looking' statements
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