#promptuarium #prompt
Salford, 20th December
She walked though the Christmas market
Still wearing the Christmas cracker ring
Some lad from her past gave her
Sentimentality ? Perhaps, but then
Something told her, one day they’d meet again
Solitude, the vehicle that drove her to
See her sweetheart under the town hall clock,
Stars meeting up when eye met eye
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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