There is a cistern on the roof of the church, and there is a pipe in the wall leading to a small cistern under the stove. There are two witnesses, one a teacher and the other a Jew.
By bishnu prasad2 years ago in Poets
Said my illness I’m tired of being serious all the time I don’t like how you treat me like we haven’t shared the same apartments
Days of rain. The drey exterior my window would transport and the wind would strip. My heart was valent with plausibility I may well be presently, halfway lady,
In that part of the world where the sun meets the sea, Where palm trees sway and the air feels free, There's a place of wonder, where nature's art unfurls,
Early days in the wake of grieving her dad it sat in its purple-stained case over the child in his support
Once upon a time in a bustling metropolitan area, there existed a community of urban gardeners who were dedicated to the art of cultivation.
In a small town nestled between rolling hills, there lived a peculiar girl named Eliza. She possessed an extraordinary ability - whenever she touched an object, its true nature would be revealed to her.
Presently you believe I should tell you a past filled with fish while the lake mists over? 😃😍💯😄 In any case, don't you see
In the midst of howling winds and relentless rain, Nature's fury unleashes its unyielding pain. 😃❤💯 Grey clouds shroud the sky in an ominous hue,
Elara had always lived on the Inside. Gleaming towers scraped the cloudless sky, their reflective surfaces mirroring the carefully curated reality within.
The spring sun, warm and mischievous, peeked through the dusty window of the Tabard Inn, rousing Chaucer from his contemplations.
I am the flower of who knows what buried log that to be alive creates children up from the dark womb of the earth—
