Does the day dare to caress with curtains?
This might be my last poem for a bit (at least that I'm able to publish), so enjoy!! <333
Just doing a little spring cleaning. Inside a lamp. Yes, I do that.
Inspired by the Ukraine conflict. If only simple times could return like the symphonies of long ago.
Mr. Jacob Haroldson is an antique shop owner. He has a lamp in his store.
Hope you like it. Just a short story since inspiration struck
h h h- a p o o m. the word is no longer 'poem' it's poom now end of discussion.
When Mary English opens her door at 4am she doesn't expect to find a mysterious visitor with a package. But the things this package reveals is even more than anyone expected...
it's dark... very dark... cold.. lonely.. silent.. but loud... what is it..?
This might be my last poem for a bit (at least that I'm able to publish), so enjoy!! <333
Just doing a little spring cleaning. Inside a lamp. Yes, I do that.
Inspired by the Ukraine conflict. If only simple times could return like the symphonies of long ago.
Mr. Jacob Haroldson is an antique shop owner. He has a lamp in his store.
Hope you like it. Just a short story since inspiration struck
h h h- a p o o m. the word is no longer 'poem' it's poom now end of discussion.
When Mary English opens her door at 4am she doesn't expect to find a mysterious visitor with a package. But the things this package reveals is even more than anyone expected...
it's dark... very dark... cold.. lonely.. silent.. but loud... what is it..?