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Ssshh...said the wind, silence... stillness
Icy water running, glowing from a distance
Lingering eerie feeling as the cold air touches the skin
Enthralled and spellbound by the constellations looking up the sky with the soft
nostalgic overture of a symphony in the background in this
chilly, quite moonless night and
enchanted peaceful evening, ssshhh...
About the Creator
Windchime
Hi! I am yellow.
I love writing poems for myself
and for my friends to enjoy.
Off the Book
It ended like every other stupid idea. Badly, and alone. I’m researching digital confession ethics, he said. A tech ethicist. He gestured at floating data I couldn’t see then pulled out a physical notebook. Actual paper, fountain pen. He held it up like he was showing me scripture.
By Nicky Frankly6 days ago in Fiction
Comments (1)
This was sooooo beautifully magnificent! Loved your Acrostic!