Rd 3 of producing poetry prompted by Lilli. ☕️ Jacobs Cronat Gold is brewing! ☕️ |
Driven apart Cried inside the yellow hide, my taxi dashing to and fro, no good place to go. I could not cheer my love so dear - oh, woe! My heart in twain, I remain in pain - torn. Prompt / Form Note ▶︎ ![]() ![]() |