A prompt went through my iPhone to write a 4 line poem without… You figure it out:
When Truth Came
When truth came to her,
No longer fearing the quiet,
Her gaze went to the window,
The gathering twilight framed.
A prompt went through my iPhone to write a 4 line poem without… You figure it out:
When Truth Came
When truth came to her,
No longer fearing the quiet,
Her gaze went to the window,
The gathering twilight framed.
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That paints a very cool picture of a scene!