The explosion of darkness has fallen, a magical sparkling blue mist rises up above Travers Pond. Bringing an uproar of croaking frogs as they dance and prance in their fig leaf tees.
Celebrating a magical twilight, where their newborns learn how to leap from tree to tree. The ground rumbles as I descend, emotionally disturbed; mentally exhausted, shivering with the cold sweats.
Mail piling up with overdue debts; that makes me feel blue. Is just a sample of this poetry story that awaits for you.