By Samika Ren
Walking through the alleys of an old town road,
Crispy autumn leaves get crushed underneath.
The fragrance of the freshly baked honey-coated pie,
and the beat of the heart like restless trees.
Ink 'nd quilt, and a piece of parchment,
Spreading the words of a small girl's dream.
The ink is flowing with her talent and glee,
all to be hidden, in the jar an old spoiled mead.
By Samika Ren
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It is Hidden and untold. Beautifully penned. The Autumns leaves on the grounds may have the stories of a season to tell.
I am sure in your quite corner you have lots of stories untold.
Splendid...