Nov 28, 2022
I wound it up and set the time,
Tick tock tick tock tick tock,
It seems it has metabolised,
When will it ever stop?
Times of crimes and lines and lines,
Of soldiers sent to die,
Uncertain situations,
The mothers left to cry.
In décor, a song intensifies a moment. Imagination connects to it, unleashing deeply emotions. Everything is inciting. Lips of inspiration kiss the words. Poetic Essences spread ’em out. A velvety aroma pulsates chic for those who explore Flash Fiction, — Un P’tit Je Ne Sais Quoi
Top writer in Poetry. I am a diarist and write poetry to reflect my thoughts.
