I sit there staring
at four sides of a gold lined tin
no biscuits lie therein
Someone has taken those covered delights
and won’t say who – avoiding a fight
Should I cry ? and be distraught
for the fate of those flapjacks – baked and not bought?
hopes and dreams fade away
until of course – next shopping day
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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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