Wilted roses laying down gently asleep on the cobbled path. Amidst the thorny bushes as I stand beneath a canopy of leaves.
We continue a journey walking about strangely followed by a sneaky cat. I look up to see myself staring at a wall of banquet green.
I come across a cat staring at nothingness seated on a black tank making it its throne as I
enter a spooky path with eerie silence drifting about , shrouded by Cimmerian shade with no light entering through the guarded palm shields.
I hurried my way down the lane and reached a bumpy road with rocks and stones lying about, I spot a lush creeper coiled around a bare wrinkled tree and down I see a colony of sweet mushrooms that sheltered little Thumbelina and Tinkerbell.
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Snapshot Poetry
PoesiaRanked highest No. 1 in poetryclub No. 1 in Snapshots No. 6 in Writing No.19 in wattpad poetry 17.6.18 •~Expression and words combined with Snapshots of little chattels creates Rhythm and Rhyme~•
