A collaboration of fifty-six on lingering, longing love! Enjoy!
Those evanescenced petals, seems to vanish from this world...
The first part of a collaboration of fifty-eight on creative connections between the wondrous worlds and precious people around us! Enjoy!
As the little highways crisscrosses, scrubby brown plains...
A short descriptive poem about a night in the city
My walls are under assault by the emotions of the world.
in this notebook city, it's painted from wishes and tranquility, somewhat related to cities under lockdown from covid. i hope you enjoy <3
It is 3am — picture taken by me a while back.
‘[...] salient fame, carved in all the city walls.’
Where would you want to go? Maybe I would visit a city...
In the masqueraded society.
All entries due by February 24th!
For @scintilla's writing prompt #7.
Quoted line: 'The clouds broke'
trying to imitate Frost again
this Pandemic has buried it (us) [me]
In the reverie of farraginous memories.
What do they have to offer?
Pushing down the thoughts That burst from your memories like weeds
I wrote about the irony of using what not nowadays to simplify our lives, but time remaining an issue. Thanks @shadowdream for letting me adapt a formatting technique.