Poem One
Copper petals tick and turn when morning dew begins to burn. Mechanical bees with silver wings collect the stories everyone sings.
Clock hands sprout from apple trees, telling time upon the breeze. Nobody rushes, nobody waits, inside these paper garden gates.
Poem Two
Shadows on the Ceiling
When bedside lamps begin to glow, the wall puts on a shadow show. A sleepy cat becomes a bear, climbing up a winding stair.
Drawn with ink and bedtime light, stories dance into the night. Until the moon tucks in her head and quiet whispers fill the bed.
Poem Three
A pocket full of pebbles and a sky of melted blue, when imagination speaks out loud, the world starts fresh and new.
From Notebook Four
Celebrate all four original voices across the entire digital anthology.