The lights are somehow, in their own way, dark
Am I eleven sambuca shots deep?
Now there is nothing rotten in Denmark
Putting of my inevitable sleep
So forgone the sad songs do make me weep
Hearing those sweet smooth voices in my ears
Just one sound and my past there is a peep
My comfort through tears, my fears and the years
About the Creator
Some Guy
I kinda suck at writing but I enjoy it
Anyway, here's a dumb little haiku:
The gunslinger draws
His opponent does the same
oh dear, they both died
The Ritual of Winter Challenge Winners
Welcome to the Winners Announcement for The Ritual of Winter challenge. This prompt focused on winter rituals and the meaning that settles into them over time. The top pieces stay grounded in ordinary acts and repeated routines, letting winter shape the work through pace, attention, and restraint.
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This was just so deep! Especially the first line!