In summertime, the sky may be grey, as clouds converge in disarray, yet beauty hides within their mist, A tale of dreams that can't be missed.
By Lilly8 months ago in Poets
In the sweltering heat of summer’s reign, I find solace on a holiday plain. Beneath the sun’s relentless golden blaze, I sit and ponder, lost in its fiery haze.
By Lilly9 months ago in Poets