Tigers there’s a fire, a great colossal explosion
William Blake’s forest trees have undergone corrosion
In the night I think I see a ghost but cannot touch
but then I look right left again it scares me so so much.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Tigers there’s a fire, a great colossal explosion
William Blake’s forest trees have undergone corrosion
In the night I think I see a ghost but cannot touch
but then I look right left again it scares me so so much.
Nice job! I couldn’t get away from the actual text. You were very creative. Kudos – and thank you.
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