To live within
the witches thread,
where souls meet
not to break bread…
♥
Along and beside
the strange tick of time..
Like clock
living
a creative mind..
♥
An oldman lives
in a wooden tent,
a unique shape
of an eight by eight box….
♥
Sitting an pondering
each
and every thought…
As he dreams
of a future
as if he, was already there!
Enter without a care,
that is if you dare?
♥
In society view
he is a peasant
a rusty old kulaks…
♥
Wouldn’t you know,
this would be a simple,
nonetheless interesting life
of a toad!
This piece describes
where
(the author lives!)
Your poetry is very beautiful… Loving them all🌹
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