Hidden

Updated: Sep 2

By Samika Ren

Walking through the alleys of an old town road,

Crispy autumn leaves get crushed underneath.

The fragrance of the freshly baked honey-coated pie,

and the beat of the heart like restless trees.

Ink 'nd quilt, and a piece of parchment,

Spreading the words of a small girl's dream.

The ink is flowing with her talent and glee,

all to be hidden, in the jar an old spoiled mead.

By Samika Ren

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