Every day when I'm changing classes in between bells at school, poetry comes rushing to my mind. One verse poem.
One of my dreams, from June 10th 2018. Sparks flew. They were like fireflies, little flames of orange light, there one moment and gone the next. It could have been a trick of the eye, but I knew they were there. I could feel it. It burned on contact and the house was engulfed completely in tongues… Continue reading Sparks