$amala : Writing

Witching Hour

Witching Hour

A Poem by $amala


Chimneys along the streets awoke minutes ago Little people are roaming and playing with ghosts Some crackers they’ve blasted scattered on..
When night knocks

When night knocks

A Poem by $amala


Blossoms started to slumber Fur raiment up above commenced to be gloomy Petting my pillows with some tiny expectations Enormous Yellow l..

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