A collaboration of of fifty-nine on the cadence of broken hearts and hope! Enjoy!
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Pen name: Alyssa O’Rowane
Commaful: @maddie_hatter
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Time is timeless. Let me know what you think in the comments!
daily prompt submission! don't ask who got me writing like that ~
What is time? A conversation between a child and his dying grandfather.
I don't want to be the journey, I want to be the destination. I don't want to be a chapter, I want to be the whole story...
"Do not mistake the fox for wise my dear, " The old man drawled to his granddaughters' honey'd ears
I saw an instagram reel that our moles and freckles are the places our past life's lover kissed us. This was an interesting perspective, so I started playing with this idea in my head and wrote this.
How the snow comes to encapsulate this once dreary town
It doesn't demand time or space
It comes without worry, without haste.
This is a poem I wrote in 2006/2007 that I lost. I've rewritten it from memory, and now I think is much better.
A collaboration of of fifty-nine on the cadence of broken hearts and hope! Enjoy!
Your Q&A questions for 100 followers answered!
Thank you infinitely for your support!
© 2020 Grazia Testa All rights reserved.
Pen name: Alyssa O’Rowane
Commaful: @maddie_hatter
Wattpad: _MaddieHa...
Time is timeless. Let me know what you think in the comments!
daily prompt submission! don't ask who got me writing like that ~
What is time? A conversation between a child and his dying grandfather.
I don't want to be the journey, I want to be the destination. I don't want to be a chapter, I want to be the whole story...
"Do not mistake the fox for wise my dear, " The old man drawled to his granddaughters' honey'd ears
I saw an instagram reel that our moles and freckles are the places our past life's lover kissed us. This was an interesting perspective, so I started playing with this idea in my head and wrote this.
How the snow comes to encapsulate this once dreary town
It doesn't demand time or space
It comes without worry, without haste.
This is a poem I wrote in 2006/2007 that I lost. I've rewritten it from memory, and now I think is much better.