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The rich, brown, chocolate feasts my eyes... The sweet delicious aroma lingers in the air... Melted creamy
I feel for those tormented souls, in the pit of unescapable ghouls. With serrated tongues that bind tightly, human souls resigned... In their deep melancholy and desol…
Have you heard of a writer’s block… I wondered... I thought it was a… Suddenly, I’m taken aback... Inflicted and being attacked! Let’s watch the clock.............…
He hurled his contemptuous insult With regards to nothing. She played and danced with the tun… and they both roared in laughter. They smoked the house with thicker
Saturday visit to the marina was a lovely reminder of yesterday… We were greeted with handsome craf… Each tide’s rise and fall lulled t… crafts like babes in cradles
by: Imrogue Pitter-patter of raindrops... right above the rooftop At the bottom of the rain spout... the barrel awaits for every drop.
It was dark, but comforting in the place where I once was. Looking forward to see the light and maybe breathe the air— I was weightless—
Sing me a song of love and fate. Devoid of exhaustion from contenti… The wall had appeared... keeping permanence...I fear Save me from anguish I feel.
You are the sweetest melody that awaken my senses— perfect for symphony, that elated my ecstasy. You are the sweetest touch
Click, clack, click, clack Lonely click-clack of an old clock Above the column of this room, Recessed to the wall as if entombe… I took the key to wind the clock
Rise Up (Alphabet challenge chime in) by Imrogue Albeit belittled constantly, defiant endeavors
I let you go, flying high, With other birds in the sky. Waving my hand goodbye while I stand here and cry. Today is a sad day
Today, we build the stage out of cinder blocks. We’ll use a stick for her scepter and a sheet for her cape. Intertwined honey suckle vines
I wonder....What tree is it? Is it the tree where whirlybirds n… or the tree where to hitch helicop… I see... now, you tell me... It is the Maple tree!
December months bring rains and st… They are called monsoons. A child trotted along behind her They trudged muddy thoroughfare, Searching a place of communication…