Rd 3 of producing poetry prompted by Lilli. ☕️ Jacobs Cronat Gold is brewing! ☕️ |
| The gift of home The wood and bricks make up a part of this my tiny tan abode, and hold a spot within my heart that seldom to the world is showed. For though large sums to banks are owed, each morn a smile lights up my face as grace once more on me bestowed permits my claim, "This is my place!" Prompt / Form Note ▶︎ ![]() ![]() |