A poem written by inkdrop for the daily post : Perfume
Salford (via Heraklion) , 10th May 2017
Perhaps it was her eyes that first attracted me
Everyone stopped – freeze frame as we met
Reaction to that wonderful smile – unabashed, but
From that day on, she seemed to be everywhere
Unusually, i couldnt see her around, was my
Memory playing tricks on me ?
Even the blossom’s sent a message of her
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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