I have 720 stories published in
29 collections on the site.
My stories have been read 458265 times and 13 of my stories have been cherry picked.
a climate with no season turns
yet always for the four it yearns.
the daily letters that were penned
with just one word in mind was when;
the when in distance moved to where
the false of letter did despair.
so close in word a falsehood built
remove the light, the flowers wilt.
if man does hunt a girl will know
though naught is clear if she does sow.
the pen does cry as ink's removed
as what was bound has been disproved;
what point is there when spring's begun
to move not into summer's sun?
©`t. imaan tretchicovmanicova