Writing

A morbid dream I had last night.

Hiroshima was turned to a hell on 06 August 1945 by the atom bomb,Little Boy

One day some one challenged me. They said I will give you 10 words, I want you to write a poem. This is what I came up with.

Dots and piecesFancy creasesIt’s all removedJust not soothedForgot to loveRemember your gloveBut it’s no use now.I'm a soulNot bentNot sol..

As I gaze into this snow globe Watching each flake as it falls I'm reminded of a time long past And it warms me up inside A fire burning that wi..

The trouble with chocolate Is, once melted... It just gets everywhere. It's a giant mess that you'll never fully get rid of. And the smell will li..

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