Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
The morning is cold. Last night’s chill hangs everywhere. How unwelcoming...
0
Sep 7, 2020
Sep 7, 2020 at 11:11 AM UTC
Good mourning
The morning is cold. Last night’s chill hangs everywhere. How unwelcoming...
Slime-God
Written by
24/M/Canada
Sep 7, 2020
Sep 7, 2020 at 11:11 AM UTC
Request permission to use this poem