You were never going to see me
Among all the other flowers,
Watching idle as the strangers
Daily passed me by.
I am not unlike my sisters,
Neither am I just like them;
We are gathered as a body
Staring at the sky.
If you deign to come in closer
And, for once, get on your knees,
You might see my red is different—
Only by a hue—
Maybe if you bowed your head
And plucked me from the ground,
You could press me in a book,
A love poem for you.
Hello,
Welcome to my cozy corner of the internet. This blog will be dedicated to all things books and reading, which happen to be my obsessions. Note the faint scent of coffee in the air; coffee is a must for me.
I will be sharing book reviews for reads that I enjoy. I’ll also be posting updates about my life as an indie author. Since I’m exploring the classics, expect the occasional poem or short piece as I experiment.
For centuries, land-bound descendants of Merpeople have been confined to hidden districts. Read The Sea Rose and sequel The Sea King if you wish to read their stories.
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Miss Marjorie Brahms, daughter of a mysterious wizard known by the townsfolk as Bamoy, is having a bizarre autumn. Her father, Johann, had reasons for purchasing an abandoned house situated in the middle of a graveyard in which to raise his family. That did not mean that evil spirits could never find them.
Mariella Hunt 
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