As the temperature drops
My mind returns
To a spot on the beach
Where rounded pebbles rested
On soft brown sand
And little sea creatures
Went house hunting
While the sea tantalisingly tempted all
“Come on in, my waters are lovely!”
As the temperature drops
My mind returns
To a spot on the beach
Where rounded pebbles rested
On soft brown sand
And little sea creatures
Went house hunting
While the sea tantalisingly tempted all
“Come on in, my waters are lovely!”
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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