Towards the town it flows
Holding its own
Each fishes home
Rolling gently in from its mother, the sea
It travels over hill and dale, through villages and towns
Veering a course from east to west, with its clear blue water
Everyone from fish to human likes its company , traversing the
Rocks and pebbles along the way
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.
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