Freestyle, Poetry, Stories, Writing

Glitter and Grime

At the stroke of midnight, My reign comes to a melancholy end I set off on the long, lonely journey home, To wipe off all the glitter and grime once again

Freestyle, Nature, Poetry, Writing

Tranquility Interrupted

My soul, a translucent pond, Waters clear, imbued with the light Of the golden burning sun Not a drop disturbed, Not a wave displaced, Until inevitably, Another comes along