
In the darkness of night
a voice calls out from down the stairs
as you drift and glide in a wide awake dream
only to be found at six in th’morning
meeting up with slices of chocolate cake at the fridge door.

In the darkness of night
a voice calls out from down the stairs
as you drift and glide in a wide awake dream
only to be found at six in th’morning
meeting up with slices of chocolate cake at the fridge door.
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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