I have written this poetry on "SOMNAMBULIST" prompt for @silver_nebula ...Hope you all will like this...
By: Dipanwita Dey
"And it was that utterance,
that sweet utterance from your lips:
‘come back to me, my odd-boy’
that utterance which floods me with such belonging,
that also blew lost whispers among our guests to wak...
It’s always raining, here or inside me, I wake up to it when I sleepwalk, feet bare and shivering, arms marked in goose flesh and
By saintoftoothaches https://saintoftoothaches.tumblr.com/post/1594793...
So there was a girl and she was walking alone in the woods and she saw a light. It was shining like the firelight on the back of her copper pot or the moonlight on her bed knob. Or the sunlight on a s...
I have written this poetry on "SOMNAMBULIST" prompt for @silver_nebula ...Hope you all will like this...
By: Dipanwita Dey
"And it was that utterance,
that sweet utterance from your lips:
‘come back to me, my odd-boy’
that utterance which floods me with such belonging,
that also blew lost whispers among our guests to wak...
It’s always raining, here or inside me, I wake up to it when I sleepwalk, feet bare and shivering, arms marked in goose flesh and
By saintoftoothaches https://saintoftoothaches.tumblr.com/post/1594793...
So there was a girl and she was walking alone in the woods and she saw a light. It was shining like the firelight on the back of her copper pot or the moonlight on her bed knob. Or the sunlight on a s...