Hope you’re all having a wonderful Sunday. I’m still sat in my PJs at 11:45am and it’s glorious. So here’s something a bit different for you guys; something that I’d like your opinion on. I’ve been writing short and to the point book reviews on Goodreads for AGES now. I
We see the world the way we want Rose-tinted glasses or the skeptics shades Optimist, pessimist and realist alike Perceive and analyse, fitting their views Good or evil, grey area morals Ethics for some but foreign to others Perhaps our realities aren’t the same Parallel but never to entwine Marching
Sublime sunshine Clouds of cotton wool Glorious brightness It’s all so wonderful Streaming through glass Lights up my day Even when sofa-bound It comes to say hey Colours of blue Green of the grass Beautiful weather Let’s hope it won’t pass
Something creeps, unseen and unheard. It lurks in the corner, not saying a word. Maybe it’s waiting, biding it’s time. Or maybe there is no reason or even no rhyme. Blankly it sits, emotionless air. What is it? What are you? Why are you there? The dark does not speak,
