The sun hasn't risen,
but it's here.
Soft. Silent.
It usually goes by,
unnoticed,
but today
there's just something different.
The air's warm,
but it's cool.
Goosebumps follow shivers,
as, gently,
water hangs.
Suspended, the blanket
covers a
sleeping town,
grey, for now, before the
orange sun
burns it away.
A lazy start to a
lazy
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Proof of Life
Historia CortaSmall writing exercises as proof that not only am I not dead, but that I'm also not abandoning writing contrary to the evidence. Will include short stories, descriptive or exploratory exercises, free writes, and poems. (Some of which may be from cla...