‘Twas not the lark, his song melodiousbut rather the seagull squark which woke us~somewhat odious~more so the factthat fated day had dawned when we must part:Oh, not at morningtide, of course(some hours hence) but stillanon, and on our love enduresenlightening our art © 2022 experimentsinfiction.com. All Rights Reserved. Written for dVerse Tonight, Laura hosts Meeting The Bar,... Continue Reading →