Funny thing is this fame game,
you confidently cross the wooden stage
prepared for the task in front of you
only to be hit by that beam of light
casting a huge shadow at you
Its like the light
is a giant magnet
wiping clean the act
nothing left to do but perform the other routine
along with the fourteen prat-falls as backup
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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