A tale of Growing up, by inky.
The fruit fell lightly from the branch
to underneath the tree
my little nephew picked them up
and asked a question of me
“Uncle, i know pears are ready to eat
when they’ve fallen from the tree
but why do we call them pairs ?
when there’s clearly three ?”
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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