Poems

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness.

Robert Frost

Although I’m still figuring out how to write, and this might not be that good, but still I hope you enjoy it!


Nostalgia

https://perceptivecat.wordpress.com/2019/10/10/nostalgia/


Wreck and Ruin.

https://perceptivecat.wordpress.com/2019/12/02/wreck-and-ruin-2/