Emptiness lurks behind the dark windows watching the road for one to relieve its fate that fills the weathered walls and hangs over its head with an air of decay. There was a time when it was not when the now abandoned rooms rang with laughter and songs when the floorboards shook with theContinue reading “THROUGH A WINDOW”
all is quiet inside nothing stirred the senses are wanting the scent of roses the golden sunbeams the song of birds have left a vacuum nothing stirred all is quiet inside featureless grey. ~~~ What is lack of inspiration/boredom is a room? Here is my take on DVerse’s Poetics prompt for today.