In the Deep of the Woods
The sound of the rustling leaves
A joyful new blue bell hasn’t bloomed in years.
The young girl walks along reduced to tears
And there she lays to rest,
Falls asleep
Skies were full of gloom
Woods were shady, dark and deep.
In the Deep of the Woods
The sound of the rustling leaves
A joyful new blue bell hasn’t bloomed in years.
The young girl walks along reduced to tears
And there she lays to rest,
Falls asleep
Skies were full of gloom
Woods were shady, dark and deep.
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The Society “promotes the best in poetry”, and holds a variety of events throughout the year to do so, including slam competitions, workshops, readings, lectures, and more.
Plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose / The more things change, the more they stay the same
where would-be writer works with words
For lovers of reading, crime writing, crime fiction
Poems and stories of love & heartbreak.
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The latest news on WordPress.com and the WordPress community.
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