Old decayed leaf
melts into the moss on the car park tarmac
as it disappears into memory
but look at its veins and bones
as it fades into the mud
and you’ll see a remembrance
of the mighty tree
it once was part of.
Structure III
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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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