Set me free.
For a great brother....Who is leaving soon...
(Well! The hint is given, if you can find... 😉)
This part is actually a “poem” about old age and you can read it without having seen the previous parts 👍
And acrostic tanka.
Image from Dallas-based Aztec dance company, Mitotiliztli Yaoyollohtli.
I can hear the drums I can hear them when I sleep.
Hello again! Decided to attempt at getting featured for writing a poem for a certain word (for today the word is “drum”). Hope you guys enjoy this warm-hearted romance piece!
Always beat on it By enjoying to the most and
After so long, every drop of rain sounds like a relaxing masterpiece