Silence seeped in
as slithering fog
quite, mystifying
it’s face unique and changing
rolling over green of life
chilling, as if fingers cold grip
in this stillness birds flee
towards the greying skies of a morning
that refuses to welcome that
which is smothered in fog’s
heartless being.
What meaning is of this?
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a new horror has arrived
The sound of a garden growing
The calm before the storm.
Haha. Something like that it seems.
400 sales is great. Rolling along. Told ya. Momentum… haha.
I don’t want it to gather moss
You are gathering momentum, lol… You are faster than the moss. The moss is @koustave. 😉
He’s not growing at all. LoL.
At all?
LoL. I don’t think he’s added a follower in a month. He barely tweets anymore, haha.
That’s probably why.
Yeah. haha.