Monday, 2 November 2009
AugrEs of InOsNs
The poem by W.Blake in text-speak. I love the way text-speak can bring out the rhythm of poetry visually.
Some are born to sweet delight, some are born to endless night.
A truth that’s told with bad intent, beats all the lies you can invent.
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