A Pure White Poem And Empty Shops Comments

A rhythmical journey into a white and woolly day. When things are in short supply we're usually able to put scratch together something to get us by. Sadly in much of the world a spot of pasta and tinned tomatoes just aren't an option. An interesting poem with a compassionate heart. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

What a lovely poem and a wonderful scene you painted here. I enjoyed it. Isn't the blanket of white just such a marvellous spectacle to admire? (Except of course when you need to get anywhere!) . Hope you're well Fran. HG: -) xx

A long way from Marmite sandwiches and bacon butties. Sid xxxx