the town bell chimed five
as the morning shift stood as one
awaiting the tram home
tickets bought, train on way
nothing to do, less to say
so they stand waiting
man of the tracks looks
forwards and back, as Silver
wheels trundle across rail
The time seems to stand
slowing down your party plans
and the puddles splash
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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