The ever-present brume is heavy.
The Maid hovers momentarily on the perimeter,
Then plunges into the Mist
Unafraid.
tnkerr-Writing Prompts and Practice
A place filled with mostly unfinished stories. Begun primarily as a direct result of my association with the OC Writer's Guild
The ever-present brume is heavy.
The Maid hovers momentarily on the perimeter,
Then plunges into the Mist
Unafraid.
Tears fall, summer rain.
Derisive comments linger.
Outside – roses bloom.