The skies are blue,
broken up in patches
by little white , fluffy clouds
somewhere up there
The sun plays hide and seek
behind a building or a hill
and will keep on doing that, until
the clock turns 12 and its time for his bed
and its time for the moon to play with the clouds instead
Inkdrop is freelance writer with a passion for exploring the intersections between nature, architecture, and artistic expression. With a background in computing, and writing – his pen name harks back to when he played around with rhymes and a fountain pen. Now joined by a selection of created photos from an acquired DSLR camera He shares insights with scribblers of all backgrounds. Outside of visiting museums and exploring the latest in exhibits , he enjoys walking through the countryside in pursuit of the next rainbow.
The Inkwell 
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